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.

her sharp gaze catching the way his gloved hand twitched slightly before he let it rest on his lap. She said nothing, but the glint in her eye spoke volumes. It seems the icy prince

pretending to focus on the teacher who had just begun writing the day’s topic with

wasn’t done. His voice softened, almost as if he were trying to disarm her. "I know we started

he stretched out his hand, the

name is Alaric Storm," he said formally, his blue eyes locked

voice caught her off guard, and for a moment, she wondered what game

small talk, let alone with humans,

instincts screamed trap.But Violet had learned long ago to play the game when necessary. After all, the best way

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

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

rubbed her hand against her leg, masking her unease with a smirk. "Well, Alaric

on his gloved hand. Whatever had just happened,

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

the board. It was a smooth, parabolic graph

moment, and point B represents another moment close to it. The slope of this secant line gives us the average rate

Calculus but she was not bad either, hence she needed to concentrate on the lessons. However, it was at that moment that

Asher’s name in your

the reason he decided to talk to her. Alaric Storm was fishing for information.