Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 8: Point System

Violet stormed down the hallway in huge strides, as if the devil himself were right on her heels. Given what she'd just experienced, he might as well have been. Not even the time she was nearly choked to death rattled her as much as that weirdo did. And the worst part? He hadn't even done much. Yet somehow, that little bit was enough to make her realize she'd made a colossal mistake coming here.

He didn't do much after calling her, what was it again? Purple flower? Ugh. What did he think she was? Some helpless damsel in distress? But it was his next statement that really sent ice through her veins.

"Trust me, I can't wait to see you in bed too."

With that, he left, but the chill he left behind clung to her like frost. Worse, it was the way he'd looked at her—hungrily—as if she were covered in thick, mouthwatering chocolate, and he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into her.

Yeah, no. That was definitely not happening.

It was probably nothing, Violet tried to tell herself. Just a bored, psychopathic alpha getting a thrill from seeing a helpless human on her knees or something. But no matter how hard she tried to brush it off, a nagging feeling gnawed at her insides. There was something at play here. Something she wasn't fully aware of, but could feel it.

After all, what were the odds that she'd bump into a guy who turned out to be a thief, then got manhandled by another, only to meet the last creepy, disturbingly handsome one in quick succession? This wasn't just a coincidence; it felt orchestrated. Her instincts, honed by years of surviving in rough places, screamed that something was off. And deep down, she knew.

Surely, applications to this school were approved by the administration, not students, right? Because if students had any say in who was admitted, she was royally screwed.

Violet shook her head to dispel the thought. What was she even thinking? Of course, the principal approved the applications, not random students. And she was about to meet that very principal. The one who had read her very COLORFUL application form.

A blush crept up her cheeks at the thoughts. At least now, she might finally learn why she'd been accepted even though her submission had been... far from ideal.

By the time she reached the principal's office, Violet's neck was throbbing with a hot, angry pain. She had been rubbing that spot for a while now, it was too painful to ignore.

She knocked on the door and heard a "come in." from the inside.

Principal Jameson's office was a world apart from the cramped, cluttered space Violet had known at her former school. It was so spacious, she could easily imagine spreading a bed and still having enough room to go about her duties.

The decor was sleek and polished, giving off an air of sophistication. The desk, positioned at the center of the room, was immaculate. Only a name tag, a modern laptop, a small flower pot, and a few neatly stacked files occupied the surface. Compared to the document chaos of her old principal's office, this was the epitome of order and elegance.

Principal Jameson was quite a stunning woman and she smiled up at her as soon as their eyes met. "Welcome, Violet....." her expression faltered the next seconds when she saw the angry red mark.

principal had shot up to her feet, closing the space between them with horror etched on

to you?" she demanded,

since she arrived, Violet felt a spark of vindication. Finally, someone was going to do something

detail, but as she spoke, she noticed the principal's expression shifting from anger to something far more unsettling:

mean Griffin Hale did this

she asked. It

understand you're upset, but what happened was likely just... playful roughhousing.

fury boiled

argue, but there was something in the principal's eyes, a flicker of fear or perhaps a silent warning that

but not her anger. If the principal wouldn't pursue this matter, then one way or another, she would take matters into her own hands

who could snap

had such an awful experience, Miss Purple, but trust me, the boys aren't always like this. Just

your ponytail as well? Violet wanted to retort but managed to

the principal was managing such "wild beasts" in this school, Violet bet they've pulled her

take you to the infirmary to get the injury sorted. Class is almost over for the day, so you can resume tomorrow,"

awkwardly, unsure whether to sit as the principal hadn't yet invited her to. She did her best to ignore the conversation the woman was having on the

and Principal Jameson's

guide will be here shortly." She gestured toward the chair

down, her posture tense as she faced the principal, who

are quite different from your

inaction. What Violet didn't realize yet was that Principal Jameson, like everyone else in the academy, was just a puppet dancing to the strings of a

acknowledge it. Instead, she continued, "The term began on September fifth, and you're nearly two weeks behind. However, after reviewing your records, it's clear you're a bright student, so I have no doubt you'll catch up with the

matchmaking skills,"

but since she's not here yet I'll break it down for you. This might not have been practiced in your formal school but we run

brow raised, hinting at

that begin within these walls frequently lead to marriage, as seen in the case of the