Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 27: Lightening Eyes

Professor Radcliff deducted a hundred points from Violet for her "blatant disrespect" of werewolves. However, Violet wasn’t even slightly fazed. She checked her ranking, and the point deduction had barely made a dent.

But then, that was when it clicked on her head. She might have been played by the principal. Jameson had supposedly deducted five hundred points from Griffin for assaulting her, but with what she had just experienced, Violet realized that Griffin probably hadn’t even felt the loss. Not when he had so much points to spare.

Principal Jameson must have done it just to pacify her, like a parent pretending to punish a spoiled child. What the fuck! That woman had fooled her so well, and the realization sent rage bubbling up inside her.

Violet clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms. She so wanted to confront that woman right now. But Violet couldn’t focus on that now. She had bigger problems. She had just made an enemy out of the werewolves.

With no idea if she had any sort of immunity from their retaliation, Violet decided she wasn’t going to take any chances. So, as soon as the bell signaled the end of class, she bolted out of the room. She didn’t stop for anything or anyone, determined to put as much distance between herself and any potential trouble as possible.

"Hey, wait up!" someone called, and Violet looked back to see Dion running toward her.

"Hey," Dion panted as he caught up to her.

"Hey," Violet replied, just as Lila appeared beside her as well. God, the girl wouldn’t give her any breathing space.

Dion turned to Violet, "I wanted to thank you for what you did back there, you know, sticking up for me. Although you might want to tone down the mockery a little bit, wolves take any insult to their heritage very personally."

"Whoa, hold on a minute," Violet shot back. "I didn’t do that for you. Your situation might have prompted my response, sure, but that racist prick had it coming. And besides..." She added with thick sarcasm, "The wolves have no problem throwing shade our way, but when we return the favor, suddenly they’re all aggressive."

the wrong people or making them think you’re racist towards wolves. In short, be

Lila chirped in, draping her arm around Violet’s shoulders as if they were besties. "I’ll keep a good eye

Dion smiled

join us for lunch," Lila offered without missing

Violet said, her

We’re just

’we’ here. This is all your handwork," Violet snapped. "And if I remember correctly, you told me the top

mingle with them, but they can invite them," Lila

She threw her hands up in exasperation. What the hell was wrong with these

you can give them a taste of what it’s like to dine with the elites.

you, Dion, but I’m off to my next class." She spun on her heel and walked away,

her,

proved otherwise. As she made her way through the hallways in search of her next class, every werewolf she

that the news must have somehow spread. The whole thing felt like walking through a field of landmines, the glares and growls, reminding

physical confrontation, no open challenge. Almost as if there was an invisible line they wouldn’t cross. Violet preferred to think that she had immunity and not

her feet into action, and Violet finally located and entered the advanced biology classroom. The unfamiliar room was alive with energy, buzzing with chatter as students mingled with friends. Only

landed on an empty one near a window and