Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 34: Icy Feelings

"Get her!!!" The furious screams echoed all around as Violet reached the finish line once again, marking her eighth lap. Just two more laps, she reminded herself, panting heavily.

"Oh, God." Violet barely had time to take in a sharp breath before torrents of freezing water struck her from multiple directions. The attack was like standing beneath a waterfall and getting beaten down by the furious pressure.

Just as she had feared, Elsie Lancaster had it out for her after that little stunt. And of course, Elsie didn’t wage her war alone.

The pureblooded she-wolf had rounded up her loyal supporters, who all turned their hoses on Violet, unleashing blasts of freezing water on her and completely ignoring the other runners.

Violet knew at that moment that the rest of the students must be thanking their gods right now for not being in her position. She was boring the brunt of it all.

Where in the world did they even get that many hoses? Yet that was the least of Violet’s worries at the moment as the streams of water hit her from every angle, leaving her disoriented.

She could barely see as her vision blurred by constant sprays of cold water, and her breath was ragged, interrupted by the choking sensation of water forcing its way into her nose. Her ears filled with a dull, oppressive pressure, muffling all surrounding sounds. The entire world was narrowed to just that icy, blinding flood.

But Violet fought through it. She pushed through the cold onslaught, her body burning with exhaustion but refusing to yield. She wasn’t going to let herself be defeated here, not like this and give Elsie the satisfaction.

was in for something much worse if she fell now. Elsie and her lackeys would probably drown her if given

enough to catch her breath. She very much looked

training gear clung to her like a second skin, dripping with water, the fabric outlining every curve. She shivered

beneath the fabric. It would have been another humiliating disaster

her fears, Violet heard an appreciative whistle coming from the elite sidelines. One of the werewolves had his eyes fixed on her, his gaze running shamelessly over her soaked figure. Violet’s stomach twisted

blink, Asher barreled straight into the whistling werewolf, his fist connecting with the guy’s

Asher’s punch landed a second time. It seemed the psycho Asher had his eyes on the new meat named Violet, considering

Violet was dumbfounded at the sight. What the hell was Asher doing? He couldn’t just go around beating up every boy

kind of attention she was trying to avoid. Now

asshole? Want me to pluck out those eyes

whimpered, his heart pounding

voice said with a

Asher launching a flurry of punches at him, he merely growled a warning. Roman laughed in response, completely unfazed by Asher’s threat. So

something so intense and overwhelming about the way he looked at her, it made her stomach