<h4>Chapter 311: idents Do Happen</h4>
Bang! Bang!
The loud banging rattled the door just as Violet wasing down from her sixth heaven. No, truth be told, the knocking had been going on for a while now, but none of them had noticed, too lost in the throes of passion.
Hence, it came as aplete shock when the door was flung open so hard it nearly came off its hinges.
All heads snapped up, only to find Griffin standing there, his chest heaving with anger. And right behind him came Asher, his eyes falling on Violet who looked flushed, wrecked, and utterly undone by their love.
His nostrils red as his gaze swept away from her body, sharply scanning the bed for any trace of blood. His muscles tensed until, after a few agonizing seconds, he subtly rxed. It wasn’t what he thought. Thankfully, the boys weren’t that stupid. So, no one was getting killed today.
ric was the first to recover from the shock of the moment.
"Are you fucking kidding me!" he shouted, jumping off the bed with a sudden ominous feeling. He rushed out of the room, only to return momentster, his eyes wild with disbelief, his re zeroed in on Griffin, the only one capable of such a brute-force entrance.
"You destroyed myb door!"
But Griffin merely lifted a daring brow and said, "You weren’t opening, so I decided to let myself in." He nced at Asher and corrected himself, "Ourselves in."
ric growled at him. Griffin growled right back, both of them locked in an intense standoff like two wolves ready to snap.
However, their attention snapped away when Violet,pletely unbothered, walked up to Asher, and without shame, kissed him passionately on the lips.
"Good morning," she smiled at him sweetly when they broke apart.
"Morning, love," he murmured back with such affection that everyone else in the room froze, then slowly turned to exchange wide-eyed looks.
They had always known Asher Nightshade was obsessed with Violet Purple but such tenderness? That was new and unheard of.
Satisfied with his response, Violet moved on to Griffin, wrapping her arms around him and standing on her tiptoes to kiss him just the way she wanted. She parted his lips, her tongue slipping in to taste him with greedy delight.
Griffin groaned low in his throat, wrapping a strong arm around her waist and pulling her flush against his hard frame until her head swam and they almost forgot they weren’t the only ones in the room.
A disgruntled sound rumbled from Griffin when he finally had to pull away. He turned to Asher and said bluntly, "When are you going to im her? I don’t think I can wait much longer."
"Soon," was Asher’s answer.
"That soon couldn’te fast enough," ric chimed in, clearly just as eager for his turn with his Vixen.
Violet shifted to Asher, her hands trailing down his chest with slow, intentional seduction as she purred, "That soon can be now."
After her fight with L yesterday, and all the doubts L had thrown her way about her harem working, the thought of all her men wanting her at the same time thrilled her. Violet would make this work. L would see it.
Maybe to prove her wrong—or maybe because her desire was burning hotter than ever—Violet’s hand slid lower down Asher’s body, reaching for the erection she was sure would be there.
But Asher caught her hand mid-air, his fingers locking around hers with his beautiful slitted eyes locking with hers.
"My father will arrive soon," he announced.
At the mention of his father, every ounce of desire inside Violet vanished at once. Her gaze hardened, her body stiffening at the thought of that monster. How she wished she could make him suffer for what he did to Asher.
The others obviously had the same reaction, straightening up at once.
"I know we’ll all be busy today, but I still want all of your eyes on Violet," Asher said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I’ve alreadymanded my people. They’ll make sure my father can’t even get within five feet of her."
"I’ll have my trusted pack members do the same," Roman dered immediately.
"Me too," Griffin and ric echoed at the same time.
Violet was warmed by their concern, but she still said to Asher, "I’m not afraid of your father."
"Yes, and you don’t have to be," Asher said, "because I’ll protect you."
Violet face-palmed internally. "I don’t need your protection. Your father certainly cannoty a hand on me on school grounds. Trust me, he’d regret it if he does."
"My brave queen..." Asher murmured, looking impossibly proud of her, only for his expression to darken a secondter.
"You might not understand the politics being yed here, or the gravity of what you’ve gotten yourself into by getting involved with us. So let me break it down for you."
His gaze sharpened, and his tone turned cold and serious.
"After yesterday’s incident, the two-faced Caroline will probably run straight to my father, the cold-blooded Alpha she trusts not to let feelings get in the way of business. She’ll paint you vividly, exaggerate your influence over me so much that Henry will see you as a threat to my future."
Asher leaned in slightly, voice grim.
"Of course, Henry cannoty a hand on you directly while you’re on school grounds. But idents?" A humorless smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "idents happen all the time."
He listed them coldly.
"You could slip and break your neck. You could be found hanging from a rafter and they’d call it suicide. Or maybe you wander too close to the forest and suffer a wild animal attack. After all, the Rogue shack is close to the woods."
Violet felt her stomach twist, but Asher wasn’t done.
"Everyone would be shocked, of course. There would be whispers. Suspicions. But that’s all it would ever be. You’re not a werewolf. You’re not an elite. You don’te from a powerful family. You’re just the daughter of a whore who would be mourned for a day and forgotten by the next."
His eyes burned into hers as he said.
"So no, Violet Purple, I’m not taking any chances with you."