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.

gloved hand twitched slightly before he let it rest on his lap. She said nothing, but the glint in her eye

board, pretending to focus on the teacher

he were trying to disarm her. "I know we started off on the

he stretched out his hand, the black leather glove stark against the color of his pale

his blue eyes locked onto

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

prince doesn’t make small talk, let alone with humans, she thought

necessary. After all, the best way

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

gasped softly, pulling her hand back as if burned. Alaric, too, seemed startled, his gaze darting down to his gloves. His brows furrowed

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

reply, his attention still fixed on his gloved hand. Whatever had just happened, it left him

we will dive into the concept of limits and their application in understanding derivatives." the teacher, Mrs. Anita

was a smooth, parabolic graph with two labeled points, A and B, connected by

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

moaned Asher’s name

bring that one up. But of course, that was the reason he decided to talk to her. Alaric Storm was fishing for information. It seems even after