Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 22: First Date

Violet did not not waste even a second more as she headed to the administrative floor. She had ignored Lila who questioned her where she was going. But the girl didn’t need to know, not when she might try to stop her.

The receptionist looked up briefly, then barely acknowledged Violet’s presence, her eyes shifting back to the phone screen in front of her. Violet could hear gunfire blaring from the movie she was engrossed in, the volume turned high enough that it drowned out the faint sounds of the office. Voliet couldn’t tell whether her lack of response was a cue for her to go in or fuck off. Violet chose the former.

She approached the office door, lifting her hand, and knocked firmly. There was no response.

Violet knocked for a second time, wondering if Principal Jameson was even in the office. It wasn’t yet eight o’clock, after all.

She had left the dining hall intending to get her issues sorted before the first lesson and hopefully leave the academy once her dismissal had been processed. Everything was planned perfectly.

When there was no response again, Violet frowned. Maybe that was why the receptionist had barely acknowledged her. A heads up would have been nice. What a bitch!

Frustrated, Violet turned to leave when she unmistakably heard the words, "Come in."

Her heart began to race. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for. She would walk into that office, demand her scholarship be revoked, and Principal Jameson would do just that. Violet had made up her mind.

Violet pushed the door open and walked in, her heart pounding with every step. Her eyes fell on Principal Jameson, who was seated in her executive chair with her back turned to her.

For a moment, Violet thought there was something different about the way she looked, like her form was broader or something. But she shook it off, deciding that it was just a trick of the eye. After all, who would be in the principal’s seat, if not Mrs. Jameson herself.

Ignoring the strange feeling, Violet straightened up, steeling herself. She cleared her throat, forcing herself to gather the courage. "Mrs. Jameson, I have something to discuss with you."

no response from Mrs. Jameson for over a minute, an awkward silence falling between them. Deciding there was no need to beat around the bush anymore if the woman wouldn’t even acknowledge

here anymore, Mrs. Jameson. Please revoke my scholarship and have it handed to

as she let out the issues that had been eating her up. Now, there was no way the principal could ignore such a direct and sensitive

breath in anticipation. But when the chair finally completed its rotation, the face that came

got to be kidding

sitting there from the start. It was Asher

the whirlwind of emotions that hit her. Shock gave way to disbelief, then anger, then dread, and then even

his magnetic, slitted gray gaze—haunting and reptilian, and

Violet swallowed.

finally spoke, his voice disturbingly calm, a mask over the storm that was clearly building beneath. "What is this I hear

was the first time Asher had addressed

blink, Violet had already made up her mind to run, adrenaline kicking in. She had to get

take a single step, his voice cut through her thoughts

on

"Relax."

drained from her body. Violet found herself standing there comfortably, as if she were in the company of an old friend, even though moments ago all she wanted

from the chair, and despite his command to relax, her heart began to pound faster. Violet knew this psychopath was the reason she was in this school, and trying to leave was like spitting in his face. How had he

this guy was far more dangerous than she had imagined. Someone who could read her better than she

Violet. Who was he to tell her what to do? She was her own person, and if she wanted to