Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 3: Chosen One

"It's her, the one who messed up her Lunaris Academy application."

Violet sighed, pushing her book into her locker as the rumor reached her ears for the umpteenth time.

She was not exactly famous around here, but today seemed to be the exception. All eyes followed her the moment she stepped into the school, and it creeped her out until she found out why they were staring at her as if she had grown two heads.

Violet had no idea how they found out about the form, but apparently, teacher-student confidentiality wasn't a thing here. Not that her teacher's reaction when she received the application wasn't enough to draw attention. Violet couldn't help but recall how things had gone down that day.

"Here is my application," Violet handed the form to her homeroom teacher.

"Oh, thank the gods. You're the last to submit, and for a moment, I thought you wouldn't. I was worried you'd end up punished for not following the rules," Mrs. Florence said with relief, putting on her glasses and beginning to review the application.

Violet bit down on her lips, her heart pounding, knowing it was only a matter of time. And Mrs. Florence sure didn't disappoint as she sprang to her feet with a curse on her lips.

"What the fuck...!" she trailed off, her cheeks heating up as if finally realizing she wasn't supposed to curse before a student.

For the first time, Violet saw her teacher lose her composure as she demanded, "What is the meaning of this?"

"What do you mean, ma?" she asked innocently.

"Don't you play cheeky with me, Mrs. Violet Purple!" her teacher retorted, her eyes spitting fire. "What is this you wrote under special skills?"

"Oh, that?" Violet bit down on her lips, feigning shyness as she said, "That was my mother's suggestion."

"What?"

"You asked us to request help from our parents; that was her contribution," Violet said, looking at Mrs. Florence, who looked like she was about to faint from the way the blood had drained from her face.

Violet should have felt anxious about lying, but she didn't. Not one bit. Moreover, it wasn't technically a lie. Nancy pretty much suggested sucking a dick in the new school she had not gotten into yet—and would not get into once that form was submitted. In one word, she was innocent. She had only taken her mother's advice and put it into words.

Literally.

"What kind of mother does that?" Mrs. Florence said, then looked towards Violet with anger. "And you took her suggestion?"

Violet shrugged. "What am I supposed to do? Trust me, I don't want to get on her wrong side. I can't live on the street."

Mrs. Florence looked like she had something to say, but she bit back her words instead, finally plopping down in her seat with an exhausted sigh. Violet felt guilty for stressing the poor woman, but she didn't let it show.

Mrs. Florence looked up, saying. "I wish I could help you, Violet, but there are no extra forms for you to correct this mistake...." She paused as if holding back a harsher word for the situation. "Lunaris Academy is extremely strict with their rules. Each form is counted carefully according to the number of students required to sign up for the year and then sent out to the various districts to avoid any cases of malpractice. Unfortunately, I can't make any exceptions either; you're legally obligated to apply to Lunaris Academy. So, this form will be sent out as it is."

hear the unspoken truth: You won't be accepted into

"Alright," she said.

blinked, clearly taken

can I do? I can't beat myself

disappointment was

filled this out?" The raised brow made it clear

there. Trust me, she read it," Violet lied

Violet was good at forgoing her signature and settled everything on her own. Nancy would have flipped out if she had learned what she wrote down. Her mother

glanced down at the section

thing. Good. Not that she was trying to boast of

I'm not trying to insult your mother's profession, but you deserve better. You don't have to follow in her footsteps," she presumed Violet planned to go down the same path as her

that was it—nothing more. She had learned the hard way that people's sympathy never got her anywhere. Trust was a luxury she couldn't afford,

by not getting into Lunaris

high school was over, she'd leave her mother's trailer behind. Sure, without a chance at university, finding a reputable job would be tougher, but she'd make it work. One thing was certain: prostitution was never going to

made up her

leave now?" Violet asked, her impatience clear as she noticed the other teachers' eyes on her. She knew they had been

Mrs. Florence replied softly, though the pity in her eyes stung more than any words. It was a look Violet knew she wouldn't soon

throbbing. She had not gotten enough sleep last night, not when she had turned and

talking to Nancy—not after her betrayal. Unfortunately for her miserable life, she and Nancy shared the single-cramped room in the trailer, which meant she had spent it glaring at the back of her mother's head. Not that Nancy cared; she remained unaffected by her silent treatment. And that made Violet furious

"Violet Purple."

her name being called, but it seemed to be a fragment

office." The voice came from

fuck." Violet cursed beneath her breath, shutting

help her; couldn't they take a joke? Was it that bad that she penned her sincerest thoughts,

Only a little.

she walked in the direction of the principal's office. Except

there was no way she could have gotten away with that." The rumors

would rip her apart. I bet she didn't think about

her eyes as the gossip reached her ears. Were these people jobless or what? Instead of a school,

blame her? She's only following in her mother's

intended to ignore them all, but that particular comment hit home, and now

to be a red-haired girl who flinched as soon as their eyes

deadly look on her face, but the girl began to shake like a leaf in winter, realizing that she had messed

she took off running,

ruled the school, but she was famous for fighting off Jasmine and her gang, and that seemed to have gotten her quite a reputation, seeing the

she let the cold fire in her eyes, the hardened look on her face, and her hands balled into fists do the talking. They swallowed, seeming to take