Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 29: Not Gay

As soon as the teacher acknowledged Alaric’s hard work, he abruptly stood up, collected his belongings, and headed out. He didn’t so much as glance back or even explain his behavior – or better yet, offer an apology to her. Violet could only watch him leave with her teeth gritted, unable to follow him and draw attention to herself.

The class ended minutes later, but when Violet stepped out, Alaric Storm was nowhere to be seen. So much for thinking he was different from the others. She should have trusted the saying: Birds of a feather flock together.

Asher was a psychopath. Roman was an asshole, Griffin had violent tendencies, and the cute and innocent Alaric Storm was nothing but a good pretender.

And the fact she had been attracted to all four of them on different levels on her first day at Lunaris – and perhaps still was – worried Violet greatly. Not just one but four of them? Seriously. Although she knew better than to make any move on any of them.

All four of them were worshiped, and girls probably threw themselves at them whenever they appeared. Violet was not going to be just another girl on their body count. Whatever this strange feeling was, she would work on it and get rid of it.

Perhaps it was because she hadn’t had sex yet? Call her old-fashioned, but she had been holding onto her virginity to give it to someone special. A fact her bullies from her old school had learned about and teased her continuously.

Not that she had let the words get to her. It was her body, and she decided what to do with it. Not a few bullies who had slept their way through the entire school.

However, at this point, Violet wondered if it was a wise decision to hold onto it, especially with her sex drive seemingly going into overdrive – she believed that was the cause. Being around so many hot werewolves must have contributed to it, having not been used to them in her old school.

Perhaps she would find a nice, good-looking werewolf and give herself to him so that she could get over this crazy fascination with the four bastards.

If only Violet knew, she would need a lot of luck with that with a certain Alpha’s eyes on her.

Violet made her way through the crowd of students toward the female locker room, considering it was almost time for physical training.

as though it belonged in an

of glossy wooden lockers lined the walls, each bearing a nameplate that indicated

one side of the room, and on the opposite side were private shower cubicles separated by frosted glass, thankfully. Violet knew all too well the bullying

which was a hubbub of activity. Girls were chatting near the mirrors, adjusting their ponytails and braids, and applying their makeup. Why did they even

luck, as if to answer her question, she heard one of the girls say, "I can’t lose even one percent of my steez at all. I’m going

the other girls who sat on the benches in the middle of the room, putting on their training

to her and spoke to the girls seated on the bench, only

to locate her locker while some of the students who saw her sudden brisk

found her locker—number 109—and quickly spun the combination lock. The door clicked open, revealing her training gear neatly folded inside. Violet intended to grab the uniform, go into one of the cubicles, and change, with the hope that Lila would

the instant Violet turned around, "Hello, Violet," a certain blonde was right in

nearly leaped out of her chest

She went on to say, "Usually, people who behave that way have done something wrong or have

sneak up on someone like that!" Violet snapped at

silent immediately,

The gods help her.

what she had done, Violet apologized, "Sorry for

instantly, her eyes twinkling

that something was not quite right with Lila. She

changing in the cubicle was ruined, Violet had no choice but to undress there.

black top, made from breathable fabric, with green accents running along the sides in a

side of the chest, paired with matching black leggings featuring a similar