Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 85: Alphas At The Table

"What were you doing in the bathroom all this while? I almost thought you were not going to come out and we’d miss breakfast." Lila asked the question that had been on her mind as they walked in the direction of the breakfast hall.

Of course, leave it to Lila to want to know everything.

"I simply took my time." Violet answered curtly, her cheeks turning red a bit.

No way in hell was she telling Lila she had a strange vision, if it could even be called that, or was it a daydream? The point is the last time Lila figured out her secret, it hadn’t ended well. Despite Lila’s promise to remain silent this time, Violet wasn’t about to take any chances. Yep, not happening.

"Oh, is that so?" Lila seemed skeptical but thankfully didn’t push further.

Good. It seemed she was finally learning when to back off.

As they approached the breakfast hall, Violet noticed several cars parked outside, but one in particular—a sleek, red sports car—caught her eye. It felt like she had seen it before.

"Who owns that car?"

"Which one?" Lila followed her gaze. "Oh, that’s Griffin Hale’s car."

That explained the familiarity. Violet remembered seeing a smaller model of it in his room.

Lila went on to say, "From what I heard, they say Griffin loves his car above any other thing. He even calls them his baby. One time while he was still together with Amanda Raynes, they had a fight and she kicked his car. It was safe to say she nearly lost her head that day."

A mischievous idea began to

to the thoughts stirring in her friend, Lila asked, "Why do

a nonchalant smile, looping her arm through Lila’s. "Let’s

they stepped into the Silvered Hall, leaving the

Conversations stopped mid-sentence, the clattering of

eyes on her, their scrutiny sharp and unrelenting. Lila, beside her, halted abruptly, her earlier confidence draining in an instant. She tugged

firmly, cutting her off. "We’re not

she would give them a reason to. She refused to show weakness, not now, not after

whispers start up again, gentle at first, then growing louder, like a swarm of bees buzzing in the background. But Violet wasn’t fazed. She let her gaze sweep across the room, daring anyone to meet her eyes. Most looked away, intimidated by her

elite floor, and there she was, Elsie

Academy sat at her table, surrounded by her usual entourage of sycophants. Her expression was carefully neutral, but her eyes told a different story. They burned with an intensity that could only be described as hatred, a firestorm of

a second, locking eyes with Elsie. The air between them seemed to crackle with fire and brimstone , a war waging

her arm, whispering. "Violet, stop.

Lila along despite her protests. She kept her head high, her movements unbothered. They wanted to see if she would break,

and she grabbed a tray, and served herself. Lila followed closely

gathered. Instead, she set her sights on the upper floor, the elite section. If they claimed she was an elite, then perhaps it was time to act like one. And if it happened to provoke Elsie Lancaster in

they reached the stairs, glancing over her shoulder at

Lila didn’t want to come anywhere close to an angry

her tone leaving