Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 48: Not A Charity

Violet blinked, utterly stunned by the unexpected request. A tea party? That was about the last thing she expected to hear. For a fleeting moment, she considered the possibility that this girl might be mocking her. But the way she held Violet’s gaze with unwavering seriousness made it clear she wasn’t joking.

"And why would you want me at your tea party?" Violet asked, her tone sharp with suspicion. "You just met me, or do you make a habit of inviting everyone you see to your tea parties?"

The girl scoffed lightly, the corner of her lips twitching into a smirk. "Are you kidding me right now? You’re Violet Purple, the mysterious human with the purple hair who walked into Lunaris Academy and left the entire school buzzing without even trying. You’re practically a legend. People, especially the elites, are dying to know more about you. It’s honestly a tragedy that you don’t spend more time with your own kind, especially when they’re so eager to know you better." She tutted her lips in mock disappointment.

Violet’s stomach churned at the thought. "Knowing her" was precisely the thing she dreaded the most. She wasn’t some circus animal meant to entertain these entitled brats, yet the girl’s tone left little room for argument. It wasn’t exactly a request, it was more like an expectation.

Lifting her chin, Violet asked pointedly, "And how do I know this isn’t just another scheme to humiliate or undermine me, like most sororities love to do?"

The girl didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, studying Violet with a curious expression before gracefully stepping closer. Violet’s instincts screamed at her to step back cautiously, but she forced herself to stand her ground, refusing to show any weakness. When the girl was finally face to face with her, she spoke confidently.

"It’s my party, Violet. I’m inviting you personally, which means you’ll be under my protection. I don’t let anyone undermine my guests, not the queen bee, not Griffin Hale, not even the gods themselves." The way she spoke carried such authority, such certainty, that for a moment, Violet almost believed her.

Still, the way this girl seemed to know so much about her —and the enemies she actively tried to avoid—sent a cold shiver down Violet’s spine.

Her instincts screamed trap

about the girl’s poise and confidence made Violet hesitate. Against her

long pause, weighing her options. "I’ll come to your tea party, but only on one condition. I leave whenever I want." Besides, Violet told herself, it didn’t really

her hands together. Even that simple gesture was executed

grabbed

her tone devoid of the enthusiasm the

dropped it onto the counter in front of Violet. "Here,

I don’t need all this. Just give me a minute, and I’ll borrow

her. "No arguments, think of it as a gesture of goodwill. Besides, I’ve got

Violet the wrong way. The last thing she wanted was to be some charity

she called over her shoulder,

sudden thought striking her.

paused at the doorway, her hand resting lightly on the frame. With a playful wink, she said, "Don’t

long moment, Violet stared after her, bewildered. What in the moon just

the makeup bag, then back at her reflection in the mirror. Well, at least she had makeup now. As for the tea party... if the girl was confident

expensive products made her pause for a moment. This girl must own half a beauty store, she thought with a small shake of

skin tone, and she applied it carefully, blending it with precision. She followed it up with a subtle blush to bring life back

transformed. A light sweep of golden eyeshadow made her striking eyes pop, and eyeliner added an edge to her gaze that seemed to challenge anyone who dared look her way. Mascara coated