Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 84: Past Dreams, Now Visions

Now that things were back to normal between Violet and Lila, an awkward tension broke out in the room. A silence that stretched until Lila, ever the chatterbox, broke it.

"You should stay here and prepare for class while I go get your breakfast," Lila said, her voice unusually gentle as though she was walking on eggshells.

"No," Violet said suddenly.

"No?" Lila repeated, her brows furrowing in surprise.

Violet’s eyes shone with a fiery determination as she met Lila’s gaze and said. "The whole school must have seen the news by now. They’d expect me to stay here, to cower in shame, but that’s not going to happen. I can’t let them get to me. I have to show them I’m unaffected by their gossip and mockery. I’m not someone who can be pulled down that easily."

From the corner of the room, Daisy, who was now quietly reading a thick book, snorted audibly. She looked up, her gaze connecting with Violet’s and said smartly. "You have a flair for the drama, don’t you? Honestly, I can’t even tell the difference between you and Ivy at this point."

The jab hit its mark.

Violet stiffened, the insult sinking deep. Her gaze turned icy, and without missing a beat, she retorted, "Perhaps indeed, I might have a flair for the drama, unlike you, with no life beyond your nose buried in a book."

Bam! It felt like a huge bomb had been dropped in the room. For a fleeting moment, hurt flashed across Daisy’s face, and Violet noticed, causing a pang of guilt tugged at her chest.

down. She was not the one who started it. The girl

unbearable, Violet rose abruptly from her bed and strode to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. The

cascaded over her skin and soothed her tired body. But that was not enough to calm her busy mind. Although she tried hard not to think of yesterday’s incident, snippets still managed to

the time she was done, her fingers

were paler than usual, and there were obviously

that was when

bathroom seemed to blur around her, the edges of her vision darkening. The reflection in the mirror rippled like disturbed water, and when it stilled, what Violet saw

breath catching

out as he lapped at her clit. Violet felt the wave of heat that surged through her, but before she could process

Alaric leaned in, his lips wrapped around her nipple, suckling deeply, his hand

fingers occasionally pinching her nipple just enough to elicit a pleasure-pained gasp

for the others to pleasure her, while his lips brushed against the side

busy pleasuring her in their own way, that left Violet rooted in place. No, it was her

half-lidded eyes were clouded with unrestrained passion, her lips swollen and parted as soft mewls escaped them. Her cheeks were flushed, with her chest rising and falling with her labored breaths. There was

of herself she didn’t