Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 86: The Pack

"How are you able to eat in this condition?" Lila asked, her fork hovering uncertainty over her plate.

She spent more of her time peering out at the elites that surrounded them. She couldn’t help but wonder what was going through Violet’s mind when she chose this spot. They were like small fishes surrounded by sharks and it was frightening.

"You mean, why shouldn’t I eat in this condition?" Violet retorted, as she continued to eat without a care.

Lila gave her an incredulous look, her brows furrowed as if trying to decipher an alien. "You do know you’re insane, right?"

"Maybe," Violet replied with a casual shrug, shoveling another bite into her mouth. "But at least I’m not weak. And to deal with people like them..." She subtly nodded toward the table where the cardinal alphas sat in all their dominating glory. "You can’t show weakness. The moment they sense it, they’ll pounce on you like vultures on a carcass."

Lila swallowed nervously, her appetite entirely gone. She couldn’t help but glance toward the alphas’ table. Even amidst the din of the hall, they stood out like kings on their thrones, drawing attention without putting effort. The aura around them was thicker, charged with a subtle authority that made the rest of the room feel insignificant.

Thankfully, the dining hall had gradually returned to its usual buzz of chatter as if nothing happened. Although she could still sense their gazes, it wasn’t as intense as before. Especially the cardinal alphas who discussed animatedly amongst themselves.

Violet in question observed their table and it looked less like something offered by a school cafeteria and more like the dining table of a five-star restaurant.

table, they had shining gold plates and cutlery, and glasses that

like a feast meant for royalty. Each dish looked meticulously crafted, the kind

caught a whiff of something buttery and rich, her stomach growling involuntarily despite

made by the same cook who prepared the cafeteria meals? Or did the alphas have private chefs hidden somewhere, crafting

was leagues better than the garbage her old school served, but whatever the alphas were

casually sipped wine before classes? It was absurd. Yet, at their table, the cardinal alphas embraced the

And perhaps it was.

Lila said, surprising Violet, who raised a curious brow. "It can’t

by that?" Violet asked, her interest piqued. She took another mouthful of food, waiting for an

meals. It’s a tradition. Eating with their pack fosters unity and presents a strong, cohesive

with his pack?"

Kind of." Lila scratched her head, wondering if she should say it, "unlike the other Cardinal alphas, Asher isn’t really close with his pack members. Even when with them, he prefers solitude. His pack members are more like little

deepening. Werewolves were known to be tactile, social creatures who thrived on physical connection, especially within their packs. The idea

lot of thoughts running through her mind. "The pack is supposed to be like