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.

the move, 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 was afraid of his own

silent observation, Violet turned back to the board, pretending to focus on the teacher who had just begun writing the day’s topic with her electronic

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 I

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

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

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

doesn’t make small talk, let

play the game when necessary. After

smoothly, reaching out to shake his hand. The moment their hands met,

too, seemed startled, his gaze darting down to his gloves. His brows furrowed

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

still fixed on his gloved hand. Whatever

the concept of limits and their application in understanding derivatives." the teacher, Mrs. Anita had begun

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

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

bad 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

heard that you moaned Asher’s name

reason he decided to talk to her. Alaric Storm