Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 2: Game On

Chapter 2: Game On

"Good morning, Principal Jameson," students echoed in the hallway as they passed the austere middle-aged woman, whose heels resounded sharply against the marble floor with a steady click-clack.

"Good morning. Good morning," Principal Jameson answered enthusiastically, her hawk-like eyes sweeping over the students, always on the lookout for any defaulters of the academy's rules. And today, she found more than enough.

A female student was pinned against a locker, her legs wrapped around a male student as they engaged in a passionate kiss. His hands gripped her butt as he ground against her in full view of the hundreds of students passing by. The sight was so inappropriate for an institution of learning that Principal Jameson's face flushed with anger and embarrassment.

Despite her anger, Principal Jameson approached them calmly, knocking lightly on the locker next to them to get their attention.

But they didn't budge. Or rather, they pretended not to hear her, the girl moaning louder, almost deliberately, as if to provoke her further.

"Alright, that's enough!" Principal Jameson banged her fist on the locker, finally breaking them apart. The girl was the first to look up, her face painted with fake surprise.

"I didn't know you were here, Principal Jameson," she lied through her sparkling white teeth, still catching her breath.

The girl was Amanda Raynes, one of the rich, entitled humans. A brat she had to deal with every day.

"I bet you didn't," Jameson said coldly, "Not when your tongue was shoved down his throat." She glanced at the red-haired boy beside her, Griffin Hale, who had yet to say a word.

Amanda giggled, her eyes flashing with amusement. "It was a good 'shove,' though," she teased, casting a sultry look at Griffin.

Jameson flushed with barely contained fury but tried to maintain her composure as she turned to Griffin Hale, a brute standing at six foot two. He was just a kid but was built like a bodybuilder, an edge his werewolf lineage had given him.

Not just that, he was a "special" werewolf. Despite being a student, Griffin Hale carried the aura of someone who could snap you in half if he wanted.

"Mr. Hale," she said, her voice tight, "isn't it a little early for public displays of affection in the middle of the hallway?"

His response was a low, menacing growl. "Fuck off!"

Jameson recoiled, losing her composure for a moment. She wasn't used to being spoken to like that.

Before she could recover, Griffin continued, "Next time you interrupt me, you better be ready to offer yourself up."

"Mr. Hale!" Principal Jameson gasped, her face reddening in both fury and embarrassment. "That is an entirely inappropriate comment toward your principal!"

She glanced around, hoping no other students had heard, but of course, it was impossible in a school full of werewolves with heightened senses. Everyone was staring, and she knew this incident would be all over the academy's gossip forums by the end of the day. To make matters worse, Griffin had already turned his back on her and was walking away.

Desperate to reassert her authority, she shouted, "That's a hundred points deducted for inappropriate behavior, Mr. Hale!"

Griffin didn't even look back, he simply raised a middle finger in response, eliciting laughter from the surrounding students.

"Two hundred points, then!" she snapped, but the punishment seemed meaningless. His arrogance was unbearable, and the students' laughter only deepened her frustration.

This time, Griffin turned around and made a crude gesture, forming a circle with one hand and inserting his finger through it. The vulgar sign sent waves of laughter through the crowd.

further punishment at him, but the

little authority she had left, she turned to the group watching and announced, "Twenty points

power over some of these students, but not all of them—certainly not the cardinal alphas. They were the kings of the academy, and she was little more than a puppet, trying to manage the chaos beneath them. Her authority only stretched so

to remind her of this reality, Roman Draven, another cardinal

to step aside, her carefully styled hair whipped by

temper finally breaking. "Two hundred points for an unsanctioned ride in the hallway, Mr.

care. He just laughed, riding away without a care in the world, the sound echoing

deep breath, straightening her skirt and composing

ever since her predecessor had retired. The arrival of the cardinal alphas would not undo her work.

head held high, she walked briskly in the direction of her office. She had more

known for accepting only the rich and privileged. It had gained even more prestige when

pattern, seeking out the academy's outstanding female students

and highly coveted after the war decimated their numbers. Like an extinct level. The academy had only one she-wolf, and Jameson knew she'd be snatched up by one

institution. But every year, thanks to the alpha king's magnanimity, one lucky student from each district was given the

her decision who would receive that golden opportunity. The thought gave

couldn't wait to

tune, Jameson entered her office and turned around, only to scream bloody murder. Someone was sitting in her chair, their back to her. Before she could say a word, the swivel chair turned, and

no. The blood

Not this one.

she

Asher Nightshade.

since he looked like a movie star, with

wasn't just any student—he was a mind manipulator. If he ever took off those glasses, he could get into her head, make her

Asher wore the shades to protect others from his gaze, it

You took your sweet time today," Asher drawled, his gaze trailing down her

worked hard to maintain her looks, eating healthy and keeping fit. Her brunette hair was slicked back into a perfect ponytail, not a strand out of place, and her form-fitting skirt had not a single wrinkle. She

smile. "Mr. Nightshade, what a surprise. Though I would have appreciated if

"Where's the fun in

possible. Asher was the most unpredictable of all the cardinal alphas, chaos personified, always seeking

strode over to her desk, placed her bag on it, and asked in her most businesslike tone, "How may I assist you today,

to the point." His voice dripped

as proper etiquette required, but the words stuck in her throat. Jameson knew better. Asher Nightshade might just

students yet," Asher said, his tone

"Why, may I ask,

approving the applications this year," he replied

out of her. No,

your jurisdiction, Mr. Nightshade. I am responsible for reviewing and approving all applications. Besides, why would you care? Your role here is to study and excel, not

ask?" Asher repeated, his smile widening as if she had made a joke. "Because the

meant by "boring." The students she approved were always

"Mr. Nightshade—"

or should I make it hard? Though, honestly, it wouldn't

as though he were about to lower