Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 1: Special Skills

Chapter 1: Special Skills

Today was the Marked Day.

Every eighteen-year-old girl like Violet Purple had waited for this day from the moment they entered high school.

It was the day when young women from all districts were given the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to become a member of Lunaris Academy.

An academy that wasn't just a school, but a ticket out, a chance to rise above, to be chosen.

It was no secret that the top-performing human students ended up marrying alphas, the apex of werewolf society.

After all, the war two centuries ago had decimated the werewolf population, particularly the she-wolves. With only ten percent of them left, alphas had turned to humans for their mates, creating an uneasy yet necessary alliance.

The werewolves had been initially strong and persistent during the war but a virus, designed by human scientists, had ravaged the werewolf population, killing eighty percent of their female population. The werewolves, faced with extinction, had no choice but to call for a cease-fire and peace was brokered between the two races.

But it wasn't true peace. There were rules, agreements, and an ever-present tension that underscored the delicate balance. Perhaps to symbolize this coexistence, the alpha king had married a human, a woman he met at Lunaris Academy, giving the school its fame and regality.

"School, my ass," Violet Purple muttered under her breath, casting a disbelieving glance at the teacher in front of the classroom.

The woman was holding up the official-looking application form, droning on about the importance of making a good impression and how the form could be the key to changing their futures.

Everyone knew the academy was less about learning and more about matchmaking. But no one would say it aloud, not when they needed a shot at a life they couldn't otherwise reach.

"Make sure you fill in every section carefully," the teacher instructed. "Lunaris Academy will only select one student from each district, and with two other schools in our district, the competition is fierce. So use all the skills you have. Make your form irresistible. Ask your parents for help if you need it. Some of them have gone through this process, and their experience might guide you. And remember, submit your forms first thing tomorrow. The law mandates that you apply, and non-compliance comes with heavy penalties. Treat this form like your very life. Good luck. "

As if on cue, the bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson. The classroom erupted into chaos as students rushed to pack their bags and head home, their conversations buzzing with excitement, as they gossiped about the upcoming selection.

Violet shoved her books into her backpack, her fingers trembling slightly from the tension that had settled deep in her bones. This was a chance she didn't know whether to take or reject.

Even if by zero point zero chance that she won the spot at Lunaris Academy, she wasn't interested in being the princess in distress who needed to be saved. Nor was she stupid to fall for the stupid fallacy called love – her mother's occupation had ruined any appeal such emotion might hold for her.

Also, she knew the game was rigged. Alphas didn't marry girls like her—poor, broken girls with nothing to offer. They married beauties, winners, and girls who knew how to play the game. Violet wasn't one of them.

"Hey, purple whore," a voice jeered from behind.

Violet froze, her breath catching in her throat.

Not today, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut, praying they would leave her alone.

they would lose interest. But she should have known by

eyes on her back as her tormentors gathered behind her. The same group that had made her life

anger surged through her, but she forced the emotion down. She was honestly not in the mood to get her fist dirtied,

with disdain. "Don't make me laugh. They wouldn't want trash like you

cruel joke,

the sting of their words sinking deep. Being an orphan adopted by a prostitute was the only reason they had chosen to pick on her,

joke was to call her "Violet Purple" because of the unnatural color of

called her "Violet Black," but no, the woman—likely high on

been worse: being Nancy's real

fit of rage, she had chopped off the purple tips of her hair, but they grew back just the same, marking her as a freak in everyone's eyes. That, combined with the shame of being adopted by

give them the satisfaction. Instead, she straightened her spine, adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder, and attempted to leave, but they blocked her

if push came to shove, she'd handle it. A week of punishment or community service was nothing new,

certainly wouldn't be the

Hit me? You might have defeated us in the past but

ignored them knowing it was all

the girls, Marissa, drawled, her voice dripping

another one chimed in. "She's probably shaking in her boots, thinking about all the dicks she might have to suck at Lunaris

laughed

back. Her heart hammered in her chest, her fists trembling at her sides. She could feel the fury burning through her, every word they had ever thrown at her fueling the

that urge, a teacher came into the room and

sense the tension in the air.

out of the class and

the fist to move. With one last burning glare, she shoved her way past Jasmine and her lackeys. She wasn't going to

a huge population. Violet quickly lost

let her eyes roam the destruction still lingering from the war.

and scorched from explosions, and the air still carried a faint scent of ash and devastation. Two hundred years had passed since the final bombs of destruction fell, but the Earth had never

shelter for people like her. After the war, the poverty rate had skyrocketed,leaving only a privileged few able to afford a proper

always said they were lucky to have a trailer. She had bought it second-hand when

across the tiny space, clothes draped over chairs, empty cans that had long since lost their

the bigger predators of this new world waited. Crime was rampant now, though in the trailer park, it was mostly petty theft. At least here,

unusual. Nancy was rarely home and, when she was, it wasn't like she cared to interact. She had made it clear over the years that she was no maternal figure. But Violet

snack bar she had been saving and sat at the table, unwrapping it slowly as her gaze fell on the form she'd been

form stared back at her, demanding answers she wasn't sure she had. The only reason she was even

Lunaris Academy and come out on top, she could