Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 601

Chapter 601: Good Dream

"You should rest your mind, Alpha," the healer told Asher as he kept lifting his head, trying to catch snippets of Roman and Irene’s hushed argument by the doorway.

But Asher was stubborn. Call it instinct, but something was going on. More than once, he caught Roman peering at him, as if trying to ensure he wasn’t listening in. That only made Asher more determined.

He pushed his senses outward, calling on his wolf, straining to tune in when — smack!

The healer’s palm landed hard on his stomach, right above the wound. Pain shot through him, and Asher hissed through his teeth.

"I said rest yourself." The woman fixed him with a disapproving glare, the kind reserved for children caught misbehaving.

"How dare you!" Asher snarled back, his slitted eyes flashing with anger. "I am your Alpha!"

But the older woman was not moved one bit. If anything, she pressed the medicine deeper into the wound.

The arrogance of the boy. Threatening her just because he was now Alpha. He had been in diapers when she was already at the peak of her craft. Tsk. Children these days.

"Yes, there. The medicine is doing its work," she said calmly, as if he hadn’t threatened her at all.

At that, Asher gritted his teeth. He could only endure her rough hands and blame his own cursed luck. Nonetheless, he had to find out what was going on.

He asked her, "What are they talking about?"

"None of your business, young Alpha. You’ve fought your battle and won. You can’t carry the world’s problems on your shoulder. Now let the others share a part of that burden."

Asher groaned, rubbing his temple. He knew it. Something was going on, and they were hiding it from him. He could hear from the woman’s dismissive words.

"You should rest." The healer told him with a tone of finality.

"I can’t rest," Asher said, almost pleading. "Just tell me."

"Don’t worry, you will." The healer said with confidence. "There’s a sleeping draught mixed into the poultice. You don’t have to worry yourself."

"What?"

It hit Asher then that the warmth crawling through his body was the drug already doing its work.

"Fuck my life," he muttered bitterly.

Before before the fog could claim him fully, he asked quickly, "Did anyone die?" That had been his first fear. It was the only reason they would keep him in the dark.

The first face that came to his mind was Violet’s. The thought of her lifeless made his chest seize. But if anything had happened to Violet, Roman would have felt the searing pain through the bond. That gave him hope, and it was the only reason he didn’t tear down the doorway demanding answers.

"No one died," the healer answered calmly. "At least not anyone of importance to you. Now sleep, Alpha Asher. You have a long night ahead of you."

Relief slid through him, loosening the tension in his chest. "Thank you," Asher whispered, his voice ragged.

This time, there was no fight left in him. He closed his eyes and let the effect of the drug drag him under, surrendering to the darkness.

The last face Asher had in mind before the drug dragged him under was Violet. Which was why waking to see her in bed with him, nearly knocked the breath out of his lungs.

His lips parted, disbelief in his voice. "This has to be a dream, right? Because there’s no way you’d plan a surprise trip back to the West pack, and Roman of all people would leave you with me without hoarding you for himself."

Violet’s lips curved into a knowing smile. "Roman would be so delighted to hear you know him that well."

Asher couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips. But the laughter died quickly as it dawned on him. "Wait." His tone dipped dangerously. "Didn’t I warn you about the danger of dreamwalking?"

Violet didn’t argue back, instead she whispered, "I missed you."

At once, the anger vanished, leaving behind only raw ache. Though he was still mad—damn her for risking herself like this—but it was drowned by the hollow emptiness her absence had carved in him these past days.

He moved before he could stop himself. His calloused hands cupped her face, and kissed her hard. It was a silent confession of how badly he needed her.

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