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."

mischievous idea

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

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

leaving the talks

to freeze in time. Conversations stopped mid-sentence, the clattering of trays and dishes ceased, and a silence as heavy as a storm cloud descended upon the

her, halted abruptly, her earlier confidence draining in an instant. She tugged at Violet’s sleeve,

cutting her

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

growing louder, like a swarm of bees buzzing in the background. But Violet wasn’t fazed. She let her gaze

shifted to the elite floor,

her eyes told a different story. They burned with an intensity that could only be described as hatred, a firestorm of anger and jealousy

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

her, Lila tugged at her arm,

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

toward the food counter and she grabbed a tray, and served herself. Lila

the elite section. If they claimed she was an elite, then perhaps it was time to act like one. And if it happened to

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

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

her tone leaving no room for