Asher continued when she gave no answer, asking, “Why would I hurt them? They’re your friends after all.”
But just when she had begin to feel guilty for her action, a dark smile spread across his face, chilling her to the bone.
“Although,” he added, “I did get into their heads and command them not to wake, no matter what they heard.”
Her stomach sank.
Asher stood, his tall frame towering over her as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t figured it out yet,” he whispered, carrying the weight of a threat.
“Figure out what?” Violet asked nervously, her heart racing.
His grin widened, his eyes gleaming with malicious glee. “How I got into your head that day,” he said.
The blood drained from her face as she realized what he meant.
She thought of that day over and over again and nothing made sense. But right about now, she finally knew the answer.
“I was here that day,” he said simply, gesturing around her room.
“Unlike your roommates, you have better instincts. You sensed me at once and your eyes opened. Then I get into your head.”
He looked her straight in the eyes saying, “All those times we were talking, I was right beside your bed, watching you, my little purple.”
Violet went so deadly still it almost felt like a tree was standing. She didn’t react not even when Asher closed the space between them as he finished up his confession.
“When I was done, I made you forget just as I stole a lock of your hair.” He grinned proudly, as he fished it out from his pocket. Her purple hair was all tied into a braid and he flaunted it almost as if it were his Goodluck charm before putting it back in his pocket.
“But don’t worry, I don’t need to get into your room to summon you like the first time. I’m already in your head, deeper than you can imagine.” His words were so ominous that Violet knew right then and there that she was doomed.
She couldn’t even move, too stunned to move, as he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a sinister whisper. “But enough of the past. Now, it’s time to punish you for being such a naughty little queen, isn’t it?”
“Punish me?” Violet said nervously, despite her attempt at bravery.
“Of course, my purple queen,” Asher replied smoothly, his tone like silk laced with steel.
He reached out and ran his hand through her hair, the gesture so tender it was almost cruel. The contrast between his soft touch and the darkness in his voice sent chills racing down her spine. “You tried to run away from me, Violet. What queen runs from her king?”
“A king who is a manipulative, psychopathic jerk! And I’ve told you already, I’m not your queen! Stop calling me that!” she hissed, her golden eyes flashing.
For a brief moment, something flickered in Asher’s eyes, an emotion she couldn’t exactly name. But then he yanked her hair suddenly and sharply, forcing her to gasp as pain flared at her scalp.
God’s damn him!
Asher leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, and whispered, “I told you, little purple, you’re mine.”
Violet’s heart hammered in her chest, but she refused to back down.
“I’m not yours!” she spat. “I’m not some property to be owned. I’m a person with rights! And if I were to belong to anyone, you’d be the last person I’d choose, you asshole!”
Her words were brave, but Violet knew provoking him was dangerous. Still, she couldn’t stop herself. Asher could go to hell for all she cared.
Instead of anger, Asher laughed. It was a low, wicked sound that made her skin crawl. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her neck so lightly it made her shiver, though she fought to suppress it. No, this was not attraction; it was her body reacting to his nearness. That was all.
Asher smirked, clearly noticing her reaction. “Don’t worry, little queen,” he said with a teasing purr. “We’ll see how long you hold onto those bold words after I’m done with you.”
At once, Violet’s defiance faltered, her expression replaced by a sudden fear. “What are you going to do to me?” she gulped.
His grin deepened, dark and full of unspoken promises. “Something you’re not going to hate.”
Violet swallowed wondering what on earth he meant by that.
Before she could question him further, Asher stepped back, sitting down leisurely at the foot of her bed as if he owned the place. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes burned with intensity.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded suddenly, his voice dripping with authority.
Violet’s eyes widened in shock, and she opened her mouth to protest, but she felt the force of his power crash over her like a wave. Her body moved against her will, her fingers already reaching for the satchel on her back.
No! She didn’t want this! But her hands wouldn’t obey her.
The satchel fell to the floor, followed by her dark jacket. Panic and mortification surged through her veins as she reached for the waistband of her black pants. She had no control, her body compelled to obey his every word.
Her pants slipped off, leaving her standing there in just her white tank top and black panties. Violet’s cheeks burned with humiliation, her hands shaking as they moved to the hem of her tank top. She wanted to stop, but she was powerless, and completely at Asher’s mercy. And it infuriated her so much.
“Leave the rest on,” Asher commanded, his voice halting her torment.
She was released from the influence of his control and Violet staggered back a step, clutching at her shirt as if it were armor. Relief flooded her, but it was short-lived. She could feel Asher’s gaze raking over her, his gray-slitted eyes devouring her as if she were prey.
Her breaths came in short gasps, her entire body tense. She glared at Asher but the bastard’s grin was wide, as if he enjoyed every second of her torment.
So Violet decided to change the rules of his game. She shut her eyes at once.
Asher’s powers only worked when he was staring in the eyes of his victim. If Asher wanted to compel her, he would have to pry her eyes open by himself. Violet was betting on his supposed affection for her to prevent him from hurting her.
“What are you doing?” he asked in surprise.
Violet didn’t flinch, didn’t move. “What do you think I’m doing? You might as well render me blind to have these eyes open,” she snapped. Her resolve was unyielding.
“And why would I do that, my purple queen?” Asher’s voice was suddenly at her ear, so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin.
Violet gasped, startled. She hadn’t even heard him move. How was he behind her already? But she reminded herself with a silent curse: He’s a werewolf, idiot. Werewolves were quick, stealthy, predators by nature.
Still, no matter how tempting it was to peek and see what he was up to, she didn’t dare open her eyes.
“You think I’m going to hurt my queen?” His tone was layered with disbelief, but it carried a dangerous edge that made Violet’s stomach twist.
Before she could respond, she felt the faintest brush of his hand against her back. The contact sent a jolt through her, a thrill she didn’t want to acknowledge. Her body betrayed her, almost arching into his touch before she caught herself.
Oh, gods. She was in deep trouble.
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