Her left eyebrow violently arched upward in sharp disapproval: “Is there something amusing or worthy of a smile in this place?” “It is fascinating how a newly arrived human girl can share a Royal Alpha jacuzzi with this much absolute coldness,” Asher stated, testing her reaction to see how she would navigate the inquiry.
Roxy looked back at him with pure defiance, her voice unyielding: “There is absolutely nothing fascinating here…
the entire matter boils down to the fact that you possess an inner beast and I do not.
A single biological variance does not make you a superior or sacred entity, Asher.” Asher’s gaze locked instantly, his fingers ceasing their subtle movements in the water.
He was thoroughly surprised by the way she addressed him by his bare name without any formal titles; everyone in this territory trembled, invariably addressing him as “Alpha Asher.” His pitch-black eyes narrowed, and he leaned his torso slightly forward, his voice dropping to a low vibrate: “You are concealing something behind that sharp tongue of yours.” Roxy widened her gray eyes in a manufactured display of pure innocence: “And what could I possibly be concealing, for instance?” “This rigid, frozen persona you parade in front of everyone in the corridors…
behind it lies an entirely different side.
A side you are desperately trying to hide, building walls all around it,” Asher stated, his voice flat and absolute, as if driving his initial nails right into a truth he had just excavated.
The corner of her mouth pulled into a confident, yet slightly strained smile.
She tilted her head toward her shoulder to mask the tense, pulsing movement of her throat: “Has your wolf suddenly learned to read minds and secrets now?” He replied calmly, “Not exactly…
but I can see it clearly written in your movements.” Roxy firmly stabilized her torso, pushing her face slightly forward to aggressively bridge the distance.
She anchored her gray eyes directly into his without an inch of retreat, executing a blatant challenge: “And what exactly do you see, then?
Enlighten me, Professor Asher.” “I see the weakness lurking in your depths,” he uttered with absolute, crushing confidence.
Roxy’s eyes widened in genuine, raw shock that violently rocked her internal core.
Her wrist locked rigidly against the marble rim.
She had always been the strong, rebellious, and merciless girl in the eyes of everyone she ever met; she was thoroughly accustomed to people describing her as cruel and stubborn.
But weakness?
Never in her entire life had anyone possessed the audacity to tell her she was masking fragility.
She forced a mocking, sarcastic chuckle, momentarily tearing her gaze away from his to look to the side, her tone dripping with manufactured derision: “A truly amusing joke…
but it isn’t funny enough to hold my interest.” Asher raised a dark eyebrow, lazily extending a finger to point toward her: “The suicidal manner in which you spoke publicly at the Royal Table, and that freezing stare you maintained when I poured the food over your head…
those are all the details that allowed me to see exactly what you are trying to bury.” Roxy listened in an eerie, heavy silence, tightly catching her breath while he systematically dismantled the lines of her character with the precision of a genius physician reading a medical report.
Asher continued in his dry, unbended rasp, tracking the rising rhythm of her chest: “Everyone in that hall focused entirely on your strange strength and stability.
They all saw the mocking look of victory in your eyes as you walked out…
but I am the only one who saw your naked reality.” Roxy attempted to scatter the intense focus of his eyes, lowering her stare toward the wine goblet.
She began to trace the edge of the crystal rim with her finger in tense, circular motions, trying desperately to conceal the tremor in her fingers.
But Asher relentlessly pursued her with his lethal words: “I caught that microscopic, fleeting flash in your eyes the flash that signals a suffocating, internal fracture.
Your sharp, aggressive way of speaking is nothing more than a shield to hide your internal fragility…
and how you diminish the value of my wolf simply because, deep down inside your core, you wish you possessed one to defend yourself with.” Roxy let out a loud laugh, but it was a hollow, echoing sound that never reached the depths of her gray eyes: “Your jokes tonight are spectacular.
It seems I won’t get bored sitting here.” “Your uneven breathing right now, the powerful thudding of your heart whose echo I can clearly hear, and the movement of your fingers gripping that glass so hard it is on the verge of shattering…
those are all the signs that completely expose you, Miss Chaos.” Roxy realized in those ticking seconds that she had hit a dead end.
This bastard sitting directly across from her had somehow succeeded in penetrating her fortifications, exposing everything as if she were nothing more than an open book whose pages he was reading aloud to her face.
A tight knot of pure tension gripped the lower depths of her belly, but her pride flatly refused to bow.
She countered in a sharp tone, her features hardening: “Pure garbage and empty philosophy…
this medical philosophy of yours won’t fool me or alter my reality by a single inch.” Suddenly, Asher moved.
He executed a swift, lightning-fast strike beneath the surface, slicing through the frothing waves and completely erasing the distance between them until his hot, naked body explicitly pressed against the entire length of her legs and torso.
A massive, sudden heat erupted inside her, rushing through her veins and causing her skin to flush crimson a physical shift Asher immediately caught due to the tight friction of their bodies.
Deep within his consciousness, his inner beast growled with pure, possessive ferocity: *(I like her…
I truly like this fierce girl, and she will not escape!)* Asher completely ignored the roar of his beast.
He bent his immense, towering frame over her until his scorching breaths actively battered her cheek, his tone dripping with absolute ruthlessness: “There is no need to display arrogance and perform strengths beyond what is necessary…
because I have come to know you exceptionally well now.” Roxy attempted to shove him back using the sheer force of her severe glare, pressing her spine hard against the marble rim as if fortifying herself against his invasion.
She clung fiercely to the final towers of her fortress: “You know absolutely nothing about me.” His pitch-black eyes narrowed into razor slits as he tracked the savage defiance locked in her pupils.
He shifted his torso forward another single inch until his bare chest was a breath away from grazing hers.
He inquired in a low, vibrating whisper laden with absolute menace: “So…
you are claiming there is nothing in this world capable of making you feel fear?” She violently tilted her chin up.
Despite the heavy shiver of pure tension rippling through her body beneath the water, she locked her gray stare deep into the abyss of his eyes, speaking with an unbreakable steel: “Exactly…
I do not fear any living entity.” He slowly leaned his head right beside her ear, a deliberate, nerve-shredding movement until his dry lip explicitly brushed against her burning earlobe.
He exhaled a low, provocative, and smooth whisper that scorched her sensitive skin: “What if I make you feel fear right now?” Roxy swallowed with extreme difficulty, feeling her throat turn dry and narrow.
She wrapped her free hand tightly around the marble rim to anchor the stability of her frame against the edge of the jacuzzi.
The words emerged strained through her clenched teeth: “You won’t.” In that exact, pulsing second, Asher’s thick hand slid beneath the surface of the water.
He traced her waist with a lethal, smooth touch that sent a violent shiver through her spine, before his hot palm rose to firmly cup and possessively clamp over her naked breast amidst the churning, frothing bubbles.
The goblet shook violently in Roxy’s hand, her eyebrows knitting tightly together under the sheer shock and sudden, white-hot heat of the contact.
Asher spoke, his gravelly voice bare inches from her lips: “Very good…
I quite like a brave girl who feels no fear.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Z_Hira Will false courage crumble before the poisonous touch of the Alpha?
Or does “Miss Chaos” have a different opinion that will shake the throne of Asher Frost?