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.

feeling down. She was not the one who started it.

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

on the shower, the warm water exactly what she needed as it cascaded over her skin and soothed her tired body. But that was not enough to calm her busy mind. Although she tried hard not

was done, her fingers pruned

faint dark circles. Her cheeks were paler than usual, and there were obviously lines of stress etched faintly on her

was

seemed to blur around her, the edges of her vision darkening. The reflection in the mirror

breath catching in her

mirror, Roman was kneeling before her, his tongue darting out as he lapped at her clit. Violet felt the wave of

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

massaging her other breast, his fingers occasionally pinching her

then, Griffin loomed from behind her. His large hand splayed across her bare stomach, holding her steady for the others to pleasure her, while his lips

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

parted as soft mewls escaped them. Her cheeks were flushed, with

a version of herself she didn’t recognize, and