Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 31: Elsie’s Choice

Violet had not planned to make an entrance on the training field, let alone one like this. She remained completely still after Asher spanked her butt, seething inwardly instead.

Screaming and shouting would only draw more attention to herself. Not that it made much difference; being perched on Asher’s shoulder had already garnered enough attention. She was literally a walking red flag, drawing countless eyes her way, and she could feel what felt like hundreds of stares on her.

At least Violet made herself go limp, hanging off Asher’s shoulder like she had been forced into the position. It would be a disaster if people thought she actually enjoyed being thrown over a psychopath’s shoulder like a caveman carrying off his prize.

And thank the gods she was wearing pants, because she shuddered at the thought of the guy who once commented on her video about what was beneath her clothing.

But Violet’s efforts could have been for nothing because the students eyes still widened at the sight of her dangling off Asher’s shoulders. To make it worse, she saw them whip out their phone and began to film her, their laughter renting the air.

Great. She was about to trend on Moonfeed again.

Violet glanced around, noting that everyone was dressed in their respective sports gear, each uniform reflecting the colors of their houses.

As expected, House West wore their sleek black tops with green accents, - the color green which happened to be the official color of Lunaris Academy.

The other houses followed a similar pattern with subtle variations in color: House East had red with green accents, House South wore orange with green accents, and House North sported blue with green accents.

As much as Violet hated Asher’s ass — an ass she could clearly see now that she was upside down — she had to admit that the west house wore it better. But she would never admit that out loud to Asher. Never!

was it Lyka? Violet wasn’t sure which name the pure-blooded she-wolf liked to go by. But the look in

Violet knew Elsie’s issue with her — she didn’t

a minute, was Asher her choice? Oh, thank the gods!

to come over here and claim her man

Elsie painted her the bitch who attempted to steal her boyfriend, she just wanted to be free of Asher. That was her

just kept glaring at her until Asher finally walked away, carrying Violet

Noooooo!

a moment there, she had hoped she’d be free

her in front of a man, a proud look plastered

Kill her

on the shoulder with approval. "We can’t have any

contain her rage at what Asher had done, making it seem as if she had tried

her feet, Violet glared at Asher, who merely grinned, his eyes hidden behind his ever-present sunglasses. He knew exactly what

of a potbellied, beer-breathed, whistle-wielding man with a nasty attitude like the one at her old school, Violet

looked younger than she had imagined a coach would be. Violet

coach instructed, his voice carrying a hint of warning. "And don’t think of running again. I’ll be deducting points and handing out punishments enough to make

him the middle finger, which only made Asher laugh as he sauntered away to join his peers. She

her side, her face filled with concern.