Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 30: Dreaded Games

They were almost out to the track field for today’s training when someone said aloud, drawing their attention. "I bet trainings going to be brutal. I can’t wait to see the humans failing woefully like the weak creatures they are."

Violet’s head snapped towards the asshole who had spoken, and even without Lila, her human encyclopedia of information, judging from his words, she could already tell he was a werewolf.

Only those arrogant werewolves would find joy in human misery. Maybe she really was prejudiced afterall, because Violet still didn’t believe in the concept of humans and werewolves peacefully coexisting in a school. It was a disaster waiting to explode in their faces.

The werewolf must have sensed her glare because he turned, and his gaze locked with her own. He looked momentarily taken aback, but then his eyes narrowed, and he growled, "What are you staring at, prey?"

Violet raised an eyebrow. Oh, so that’s how it was going to be? Unfortunately for her, she had a sharp tongue that often led her into trouble instead of getting her out of it.

She licked her lips, preparing herself to relish this coming mess. Lila seemed to notice her intent because her eyes widened, and she shook her head, trying to warn her not to. But it was too late.

Violet shot back, "Oh, I’m sorry, are you just dying for my attention, dog?"

And she did it.

Lila’s breath hitched in her throat immediately. Not just her, but nearly everyone around the vicinity. Oh no, she didn’t.

But Violet did.

Everyone within earshot froze, as if Violet had just committed some kind of heinous crime. Seconds later, murmurs started up, and Violet caught bits and pieces like, "She’s dead meat," and, "Clayton’s going to tear her apart."

what gave her the confidence to stand her ground. She refused to cower in the face of danger, or, in this case, bullies.

now knew as Clayton, asked in a gravelly tone, his nose flaring as his beast began

mean the same way you called me prey? Or don’t you know how to take your own joke, dog?"

pull her away, but Violet wouldn’t budge. She was bigger than Lila,

eyes flickered amber, his wolf

entirely stupid. She began to mentally calculate how many strides she’d need to make to reach the outside

came out as a growl, a blend

of everyone’s shocked eyes, started to pull. The

sound of vomiting. Thankfully the someone was not Lila, else she would have been

place, her eyes wide in shock as she watched Asher Nightshade take over. He had not come here like some fairy-tale prince to save the day. No, this was no knight in shining armor, he was a dark knight, coming to her

hear you call my purple flower your prey? Hasn’t anyone told you that I’m, and only I, hunt her alone?" Asher drawled, his voice imbued with possessiveness as he continued crushing the werewolf’s arm

times like this, Violet would have rolled her eyes at those misleading words and refuted him, but she was too horrified

Alpha," Clayton moaned, his earlier bravado now

he asked, "Really,

am! Daddy..." Clayton cried out like a child as Asher applied even more pressure

tsk, naughty Clayton. Now, what do you do when you’re sorry?" Asher teased, his gaze shifting towards

the message. Instantly, he bowed his head, albeit stiffly, and stammered, "I’m

are you sorry for, dog?" Asher taunted, chuckling

That psycho.