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.

she-wolf, and it wasn’t because Elsie was set to marry one of the Cardinal Alphas. That was none

Elsie, the ones who pretended to be angelic and pure while hiding their true

urged, pulling her away before their silent altercation could reignite. Lila swore that Violet was determined to

eyes scanned the

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

an assortment of pastries like croissants, danishes, and muffins covered in linen cloths, and a fresh fruit platter with melons, grapes, pineapple, and berries. It was

Violet knew she wouldn’t be able to finish it all. So she served herself a spoonful of scrambled eggs, sprinkled lightly with herbs,

plate piled high with a bit of everything. She shot Violet a judgmental

Violet nodded.

"If you’re worried about the guys judging what you eat, you don’t need to. The

portions the students were taking made hers look like a child’s serving. Especially the werewolves—they were the worst.

energy and keep up with their fast

amount of

you still need to eat more,