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."

idea began to form

her friend, Lila asked, "Why do

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

stepped into the Silvered Hall, leaving the

to freeze in time. Conversations stopped mid-sentence, the clattering of trays

Lila, beside her, halted

said firmly, cutting her

a reason to. She refused to show weakness,

could hear the whispers start up again, gentle at first, then growing louder, like a swarm of bees buzzing in the background. But Violet

the elite

of Lunaris 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 anger and

eyes with Elsie. The air between them seemed to crackle with fire and

her, Lila tugged at her arm,

high, her movements unbothered. They wanted to see if she would break, to see if the Oracle’s article had gotten to her. But Violet was determined to show

grabbed a tray,

sights on the upper floor, the elite section. If they claimed she was an elite, then perhaps it

reached the stairs, glancing over her shoulder at the lower floor. "Maybe we should just sit downstairs today?"

the hall was suffocating enough and Lila didn’t want to come anywhere close to an angry

her tone leaving no