Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 49: Walls Of Invisible Cage

Etiquette and Social Dynamics was a class Violet had genuinely been curious about, mostly because she had no clue what it entailed. The title sounded fancy, like something out of a blue-blooded socialite’s handbook.

If she’d had more time—or less chaos dominating her life—she might have taken a moment to look over the curriculum. But considering she’d started school the day after her arrival and had been drowning in drama since, researching class details hadn’t exactly made it onto her priority list.

Violet must have a knack for being late because by the time she pushed open the door and stepped inside, the lesson on manners and social behavior was already in full swing. Violet barely made it two steps into the classroom before she froze, her breath hitching.

Her sudden halt had nothing to do with the teacher, who paused mid-sentence and turned to regard her with a raised brow. No, Violet’s paralysis came from the unexpected sight of him.

Asher Nightshade.

And not just him, all the cardinal alphas were here.

Her stomach plummeted as her eyes darted to the corner of the room, where the four most infamous and powerful students at Lunaris Academy were seated. They exuded an effortless dominance that made the rest of the classroom fade into the background.

Relaxed yet undeniably commanding, their presence alone shifted the energy in the room. Together, all four of them were a wall of charisma, power, and danger, a combination that put everyone on edge, whether they realized it or not.

Her pulse quickened as she realized all four pairs of colored eyes—amber, emerald, electric blue, and smoky gray—had turned their full attention on her. It was like a predator locking onto its prey, and she was standing in the open, vulnerable and unarmed.

all here? Violet

didn’t take a genius to figure out that the cardinal alphas rarely occupied the same space unless there was

gathered like this, it could only mean trouble. And judging by the way all four of them were focused on her, she had the sinking

snapping

her golden eyes meeting the teacher’s

already feeling the knots

have been waiting for you for so long, and

faltering as she

polished heels clicking against the floor as she approached. "You have not been scented, Violet, and

chest, her pulse quickening. She struggled to keep her expression neutral, but her nervousness betrayed her unease as she

Mrs. Clarkson said with an almost maternal smile that did nothing to settle Violet’s nerves. "It’s something every human in here has gone through, and no one was harmed. Trust me, it’s for your

coursed through the room. The atmosphere shifted with thick tension. Students exchanged knowing glances, some barely stifling their laughter

mean by "scented"? She knew werewolves had lots of unique customs

avert her eyes, guilt written all over her face. Of course. Conveniently forgetting to mention this little

her head as she searched for an escape plan, but

it, let’s take this