Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 9: The Lord's Mercy

Her assigned guide, Mary, was a tall and elegant blonde with an air of nobility that suggested she'd never had to lift a finger in her entire life. It wasn't surprising though, Lunaris Academy catered to the rich and elite humans after all.

People like Violet were only "privileged" to be here — so she's been reminded every step of the way. Since the moment she entered the campus, opulence surrounded her from the outside down to the inside of the academy grounds, making her feel out of place.

Yet, for someone from such a background, Mary's humility took Violet by surprise. It wasn't great to stereotype, but the rich often fit the mold of being arrogant, entitled, and dismissive. Mary, however, was kind, with a calm, gentle demeanor that, oddly enough, put Violet at ease.

That was saying a lot, given how much Violet trusted no one, especially in this school, where her worst assumptions had already been confirmed. Mary was a refreshing change from the students Violet had encountered so far.

"I don't know what's going on between you and Principal Jameson," Mary began, her tone soft but cautionary, "but trust me, you do not want to make an enemy out of —"

"I'm not scared of Principal Jameson if that's what you're worried about," Violet interrupted, her tone growing serious. "Trust me, I come from a district where the games you play here would feel like child's play."

Mary stopped walking abruptly, forcing Violet to halt as well. Violet saw an ugly sneer twist across the girl's face for the first time, a darkness flickering in her eyes.

"Who said I was talking about the principal?"

She stepped closer, her tall frame nearly towering over Violet. While Violet wasn't short, Mary had almost a head on her.

"It's not Jameson you should be worried about. It's them..."

While Mary didn't elaborate on who "them" referred to, Violet didn't need her to. There was clearly a powerful clique at the academy pulling the strings behind the scenes. Back at her old school, it had been Jasmine and her gang. Here at Lunaris, Violet could already tell Griffin Hale was one of "them," if not their leader. She hadn't missed the trace of fear in Principal Jameson's eyes at the mere mention of his name.

But even that didn't faze Violet. Back in the ghetto, Jasmine and her lackeys nearly had no limits, and Violet had dealt with them just fine. What could a group of spoiled, entitled brats throw at her that she couldn't take?

Violet met Mary's gaze with unwavering confidence. "I. Can. Handle. Them," she enunciated slowly, making sure the message was clear.

For a moment, Mary stared at her in disbelief before breaking into a slow, mocking laugh. "Oh, they're going to enjoy breaking you."

Wait—what? Violet blinked, caught off guard. Suddenly, she wondered if her instincts about trusting Mary was right.

"I've seen girls like you over the years," Mary continued, her tone almost pitying. "That fire in your eyes? It always gets extinguished. There's a hierarchy here, Violet, and until you learn your place, that fire is going to get swallowed whole by the storm."

The air between them thickened with tense silence, the severity of Mary's words lingering ominously. Whatever excitement Violet had for the tour evaporated.

But instead of backing down, Violet lifted her chin defiantly. "Maybe they've broken others but they haven't met me."

Mary shook her head, "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"Thanks for the warning," Violet shot back, rolling her eyes. "Now, can we get this over with? It's getting boring."

Mary gave Violet an incredulous look. Despite all the warnings, nothing seemed to faze her. As a guide for this semester's new students, Mary had seen most of them lower their heads the moment they learned about the school's hierarchy, eager to stay out of sight and avoid trouble.

But Violet? She wasn't like the others. There was no hesitation, no fear in her eyes. Mary could already tell she was going to be trouble. Then again, the alphas would likely deal with her soon enough.

"Fine!" She huffed, momentarily thrown by Violet's unwavering confidence.

As they stepped out of the administrative floor and into the bustling hallway, it became clear that classes were over for the day. Students streamed out of classrooms, and the atmosphere buzzed with the end-of-day rush.

Violet could feel the weight of their stares, sharp and unsettling. It wasn't the curious glance reserved for a new girl, something novel and intriguing to look at. No, these looks were different, hungry, assessing. They watched her like predators sizing up prey, scrutinizing every inch as if they were trying to determine whether she would disrupt the order they were so used to.

But Violet didn't shrink under their gaze. Instead, she glared back with the same fierce intensity, her defiance meeting their scrutiny head-on. One by one, their eyes dropped, having gotten the message.

"Here," Mary said, pressing a heavy satchel into Violet's arms. Violet instinctively grabbed it, her curiosity piqued. She had noticed Mary leave Jameson's office with the bag but hadn't asked about it until now.

"That's your welcome satchel. Go ahead, open it," Mary urged when she caught Violet's questioning look.

was a sealed package

way..." she whispered, holding up the sealed phone box, looking up at Mary with disbelief

from... less privileged districts," she said, carefully choosing her words. "So, we provide free devices to help students learn here

Mary said after that felt distant as Violet eagerly unsealed the phone box. The moment she uncovered the sleek, touchscreen device inside, her breath

screamed at her to shout or jump for joy, but the elegance of the academy reminded her that would be a terrible idea. She might be the new girl,

beamed silently, her smile stretching wide as she admired it. Never in her wildest dreams had she

all the resistance she'd put up to getting into Lunaris Academy, here she was, barely a day in,

accessories, headphones, charger, user manual,

her off sharply, feeling a bit insulted. Just because she'd never owned one didn't mean she

her hands in

The brand name, AVAX, appeared with a dramatic flourish on the screen, followed by "Welcome, Violet" flashing across the display. She

her voice."Each phone is customized for the students. I

to admit, as much as she didn't want to, the attention to detail was impressive. If the kids back home knew the level of luxury this school offered, they'd do anything to be

campus maps, your schedule, school matches, the syllabus, and, of

navigate the phone to find all

show you," Mary said, snatching the phone out of Violet's

of her without warning, the

was typing away, setting things up. Violet let her be.

one couldn't blame her. She had been independent all through her life and didn't need anyone's help. Even without Mary's help, she would

don't use it. While it's encrypted, some of

flowed like water, secrets became the real currency. Violet almost rolled her eyes, exasperated by how easy these students had it,

not. Even in the old world, the government had never cared about the welfare of the people, and in this new world, it was even worse. Her district was one of many left to suffer in the

back to Violet. Violet's eyes nearly

Monday

7:00 AM: Breakfast

- 9:30 AM: Werewolf Anthropology

werewolf traditions, social hierarchy, and

AM - 11:15 AM: Advanced Human Biology (Core Science

into human anatomy, genetics, and comparison

12:30 PM: Physical Training (Compulsory

agility, and

1:30 PM: Lunch

PM - 3:00 PM: History of the New World

human and werewolf

4:45 PM: Etiquette & Social Dynamics

manners, social behavior,

6:00 PM: Mythology

mythological creatures and

– 10:00 PM: Dinner, Rest, Study

at the daunting curriculum. At her old school, classes were

it makes sense when you think about the werewolves in our ranks. They

their own separate school and

had to deal with werewolf-infused courses that hadn't been any of her business before. Sure, her old school had dabbled in some of those subjects, but this? These

why is it compulsory?" She scowled, the absurdity of it all

answering, Mary smirked, a conspiratorial glint in her eyes. And that

on, let's head to the infirmary. Now that you've got the map, finding everything else

day except weekends," Mary added. "And make sure you're wearing the complete uniform. Principal Jameson loves using

Griffin and Roman hadn't been fully dressed in

that face all scrunched up, but trust me, Lunaris has its perks. You'll love it here soon enough. Hot human guys, hunky werewolves, and, let's not forget,

her a look, not judging,