Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 65: For Information

"Hello, Violet."

Violet’s head snapped toward the source, her brows raised in stunned disbelief. Was Alaric Storm, the infamous, aloof lightning prince, talking to her? For a moment she sat still, as if unable to believe it.

Then, in an exaggerated move, Violet turned her head to the left, then the right, pretending to check if he was addressing someone else. Her movements intentional, the sarcasm practically dripping from her expression.

Alaric, unimpressed by her theatrics, leaned slightly forward and said dryly, "You do know you’re the only one named Violet in this class, right?"

Violet’s lips curled into a taunting smile, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, look. The icy prince is finally talking to me. Should I be honored?"

Alaric sighed, clearly regretting his decision to engage. "You’re really being dramatic right now."

But Violet wasn’t about to let it go. If anything, his exasperation showed she was spurred on.

Her voice dripped with faux sweetness. "And hey, he’s all nice today, unlike yesterday when he took credit for all the work I did. How charming."

Alaric’s jaw tightened, his patience visibly thinning. "Alright, enough!" he snapped, reaching out instinctively and grabbing her hand.

The room seemed to still for a second as he realized what he’d done. Alaric let go abruptly but he calmed almost immediately when his gloved hand came into view. The black leather remained firmly in place, meaning he was protected. Or rather, she.

he let it rest on his lap. She said nothing, but the glint in her eye

her silent observation, Violet turned back to the board, pretending to focus on the teacher

were trying to disarm her. "I know we started off on the wrong foot, but I want

in surprise, thrown off by his sudden change in demeanor. Before she could respond, he stretched out his hand, the black leather

Alaric Storm," he said formally, his blue eyes locked onto hers. "And you

sincerity in his voice caught her off guard, and for a

talk, let alone with humans, she

ago to play the game when necessary. After all, the best way

she said smoothly, reaching out to shake his hand. The moment their hands met, however, a

if burned. Alaric, too, seemed startled, his gaze darting down to his gloves. His brows furrowed in deep scrutiny at once, as if

against her leg, masking her unease with a smirk. "Well, Alaric Storm, that was... shocking," she quipped, turning

gloved hand. Whatever had just happened, it left

understanding derivatives." the teacher, Mrs. Anita had begun her

a curve on the board. It was a smooth, parabolic graph with two labeled points, A and B, connected

graph, "represents the position of an object over time. Imagine that point A represents a specific moment, and point B represents another moment close to it. The slope of this secant line gives us the average rate of change between

either, hence she needed to concentrate on the lessons. However, it was at that moment that Alaric Storm decided he needed to start a conversation with

moaned Asher’s name

to bring that one up. But of course, that was the reason he decided to talk