Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 680

Chapter 680: Spill Eveything

Although Violet had seen this scene play out countless times, it still stunned her every single time Asher compelled someone. It was a window straight into who he was at his core. No wonder he craved control. Control was powerful — and dangerously sexy.

The idea that someone’s mind, their choices, their very life sat in the palm of your hand and all it took to end it was a simple command? That was an intoxicating power.

And it was no surprise Asher reveled in it.

"Who the fucking hell are you?" Asher asked.

"My name is Hannah," she answered flatly. "I don’t know who my birth mother is, whether she’s dead or alive. Angus ripped me from her hands the moment she delivered me. He thought I’d become something powerful, but in the end, I’m just like every weak half-breed out there."

Violet’s jaw tightened. She was still deeply suspicious of this girl but hearing that, something in her chest twisted anyway.

Growing up with their monster of a father, she could only imagine the kind of hell that must have been.

"How long have you been following Violet?

Why are you? What is your motive?" Asher interrogated her in that tone of his that meant business.

Hannah’s pupils dilated, her body going slack as the compulsion dragged her deeper. And she spoke without hesitation.

"I... I started following her a few days after she and Alaric arrived at the North Pack," Hannah said mechanically. "Ziva sent me after her. She wants me to keep her informed about Violet’s every movement."

A deep frown marred Violet’s face. To think the girl followed her for this long and she didn’t notice. She had to be more aware of her surroundings from now on.

"Why?" Asher demanded.

Hannah continued, her voice hollow under the influence. "Ziva is jealous of Violet, not that she admits it. She hates that Violet is Father’s most powerful daughter. I don’t know exactly what she wants, but it’s probably not good. However...."

Then her breathing hitched as if her body fought the truth that her mouth was forced to spill.

"Go on," Asher ordered, his tone forceful.

"Ziva doesn’t know I have plans of my own. If Violet is really that powerful then maybe, I can use her to get my freedom."

Immediately Hannah gasped, slapping her palm over her mouth as if trying to shove the confession back inside.

Her eyes widened in pure horror. She would never have confessed that.

But Asher wasn’t finished.

His slitted eyes focused on her once more, and this time he had a dark smile on his face "And how exactly did you intend to achieve that? Use Violet to get your freedom?"

Hannah answered right away. "I’ll lure them both and then have Violet kill Ziva. Ziva is a cruel bitch and the perfect tool my father uses to keep all the witches in our village in line. She loves the control, and gravels before our father. Once she’s gone, I can escape and go live my life in a place no one could ever find me."

Hannah gasped as soon as she came aback. She stared into Violet’s cold face.

"You could have come to me," Violet said coldly, "I would’ve helped you without hesitation instead of being part of some plan where you use me."

Shame flashed across Hannah’s features. "I didn’t fully trust you."

"Good," Violet shot back. "Because I don’t trust you either."

Before Hannah could respond, a quiet voice cut through the air.

"Ask her."

Everyone turned, startled.

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