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.

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 was afraid of his own touch. Perhaps, he

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

Alaric wasn’t done. His voice softened, almost as if he were trying to disarm her. "I know we started off on the wrong foot, but

change in demeanor. Before she could respond, he stretched out his hand, the

said formally, his blue eyes locked

caught her off guard, and for a moment,

make small talk, let alone with humans, she thought

instincts screamed trap.But Violet had learned long ago to play the game when necessary. After all, the best way to deal with an enemy was to keep

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

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

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

still fixed on his gloved hand. Whatever had just

in understanding derivatives." the teacher, Mrs. Anita had begun her lessons already, underlining the word "Limits" on the

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

said, tapping the 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

needed to concentrate on the lessons.

moaned Asher’s name

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