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

stirring in her friend, Lila asked,

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

leaving the talks of

entered, the room seemed to freeze in time. Conversations stopped mid-sentence, the clattering of trays and dishes ceased, and a silence as heavy

her, their scrutiny sharp and unrelenting. Lila, beside her, halted abruptly, her earlier confidence draining in an

her off. "We’re

wanted to stare, she would give them a reason to.

they moved further into the hall, she could hear the 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 elite floor,

entourage of sycophants. Her expression was carefully neutral, but her eyes told a different story. They burned with an intensity that

for a fraction of a second, locking eyes with Elsie. The air between them seemed to crackle with

her, Lila tugged at her arm, whispering. "Violet, stop. Everyone’s

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

a tray, and served herself. Lila followed closely

set her sights on the upper floor, the elite section. If they claimed she

shoulder at the lower floor. "Maybe

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

said sharply, her tone leaving no