Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 20: Grave Offense

Elsie Lyka Lancaster was undeniably stunning. Her blue eyes were captivating, a shade so vivid and deep that they could make men fall at her feet. Her heart-shaped face, pointed nose, and full bottom lip gave her an appearance that was nothing short of alluring.

Yet, beneath all that charm, Violet sensed the aloofness that cloaked her like a veil. It felt like her beauty was just a facade, hiding the true nature beneath.

Elsie exuded an air of superiority that had nothing to do with her looks. It was in her posture, the way she held herself, the way she looked down on everyone else with cold indifference. To Elsie, Violet was nothing but dirt, meant to grovel at her feet, to worship her as though she were some goddess above everyone else.

It was further proven when Violet felt something akin to a challenge in the she-wolf’s gaze, as if she were expecting Violet to look away first.

Lila, noticing the tension between the two, whispered urgently, "Look away, Violet. Don’t engage her."

Unfortunately for Lila, Violet had never been one to follow orders, especially not from someone who expected her to cower. She wasn’t scared of some Queen Bee who held power by intimidating others.

She was a pure blooded werewolf, so what? What was so special about her anyway if it wasn’t her soon-to-be overused womb for pureblood werewolf offspring. It was no secret that pure blooded she-wolves tend to give birth a lot. A move to rebuild the declining pureblooded population.

Grace must have caught her attention because Elsie was the first to look away, and that small victory gave Violet a flicker of satisfaction.

that moment, Violet decided she didn’t like the she-wolf, and it wasn’t because Elsie was set to marry one of the Cardinal Alphas. That was none of her concern. She actually hoped it was Asher. Maybe that way the

because she knew girls like Elsie, the ones who pretended to be angelic and pure while hiding their true nature beneath. They were nothing but wolves in sheep’s

swore that Violet

moved quickly, and before long, it was their turn. Her eyes scanned the array of dishes arranged before her on a long, polished

luxury here was nothing like what she’d ever experienced. The sight alone made her mouth water as each dish steamed lightly, promising a hot, freshly prepared meal. If anything could convince her to stay at this school, it would be the food. She

honey-glazed sausages, fluffy pancakes and waffles served with fresh berries, an assortment of pastries like croissants, danishes, and muffins covered in linen cloths, and a fresh fruit platter

spoonful of scrambled eggs, sprinkled lightly with herbs, a couple of bacon strips, and

high with a bit of everything. She shot Violet a

Violet nodded.

her in disbelief, then glanced around, saying. "If you’re worried about the guys judging what you eat, you don’t need to. The Alphas actually like women who can eat. Look around." She tipped her head towards the other

students were taking made hers look like a child’s serving. Especially the werewolves—they were the worst. Their plates were piled high, almost

course, it made sense since they needed more food to replenish their energy and keep up with their fast metabolism,

didn’t choose this amount of food because of the alphas

eat more, my lady," Lila said with