Defy The Alpha(s) - 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.
The Queen had spoken, her amethyst eyes stormy, and unreadable.
“Your Majesty?” Taryn asked carefully.
But Seraphira ignored them all, her gaze fixed on Asher.
“Ask her how many children Angus has.”
Asher’s brow arched, but he didn’t question her. He simply turned back to Hannah.
Hannah lifted her hands defensively. “I can answer that without you getting into my head.”
Getting compelled was not the greatest feeling. It felt like nothing at first until the whole process ended and left one with a
hangover feeling as the mind knew instinctively that it had been invaded.
Asher smirked wickedly.
“Apologies, Angus’ little spy but I don’t trust you.”
Hannah tried, at the very last second, to slam her mental walls shut but Asher was faster.
And worse, he already had the key to her mind from earlier, giving his power a brutal advantage. Her eyes glazed instantly, and she was his again.
“How many exactly are you?”
Hannah’s answer spilled out at once, hollow and stripped of emotion.
“There are eight of us but one died. Well she was killed, to be exact. Our sister tried escaping with her lover but Ziva reported her. Father doesn’t tolerate betrayal. He believes he owns all of us. We’re his property. His investments. Hence escaping the village equals death.”
Silence rippled through the dungeon.
The cardinal alphas exchanged dark, grim looks. Whatever they had expected, it wasn’t this. This wasn’t some petty sibling rivalry, no, this was a full-blown nightmare factory Angus had been running behind the scenes.
Asher didn’t pause. “Did any of your siblings follow you here?”
“No. This was a secret mission. Father doesn’t want Ziva getting too close to Violet for reasons best known to him. If another one of us followed me, he’d know something was wrong. And Ziva hates when Father gets mad at her. She’s in love with father and loves pleasing him”
Violet was speechless. Their sister loved their father. God, no. She wished she could unlearn this.
Griffin muttered, “Fucking hell…”
Asher ignored the comments around him, asking. “So how do you communicate? You and Ziva?”
“A mirror,” Hannah answered. “Its a special one that lets us talk through reflections. But the moment I entered the Fae realm, it stopped working.”
That made Asher’s eyes narrow.
“And why is that?”
Hannah stuttered. “I—I don’t know. It just died.”
Roman breathed, “Well, the Fae realm does one thing right for once.”
Asher released his hold on her mind, and Hannah staggered slightly, breathing like someone pulled from a deep ocean.
She had just spilled everything.