Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 94: A Date Tonight

"Moreover," Asher continued, "does it even matter who was at fault? In the end, the strongest side won. That’s the only lesson worth learning."

Violet retorted. "Yes, the strongest side—which was the humans—won. In case the were-kind hasn’t fully grasped that lesson yet."

Instantaneously, all the werewolves in the classroom tensed and it was not hard to see that considering the way Asher’s gaze locked onto Violet with a piercing intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Oh, we very much learned that lesson, Mrs. Purple." His words were calm, but the dark edge in his tone was unmistakable.

It wasn’t just the use of her surname for the first time that unsettled Violet, but the weight behind those words. They weren’t just a response, but a warning. A promise Infact. If humans and werewolves were to face off again, history wouldn’t repeat itself.

The silence in the room was deafening, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Even the other Cardinal alphas seemed to pause, their usual smug expressions briefly replaced with something more serious. For the first time, Violet felt as though she might’ve touched a nerve she wasn’t entirely prepared to deal with.

Professor Alwen clapped his hand, drawing everyone’s attention. "Strength alone doesn’t make one victorious, Mr. Nightshade. After all, wisdom and unity was what rebuilt the ashes of the war. However, valid points from all sides,"

"Good thing, we have history to remind us that every action, no matter how justified it seems, has consequences. The Great War wasn’t caused by one person, it was the result of fear, prejudice, and a failure to communicate."

He returned to his desk and swiped through his tablet computer saying, "For your next assignment, you’ll work in pairs, preferably your current seat neighbour, to analyze the events leading up to the war and propose an alternative course of action that could have prevented it. I expect detailed arguments supported by historical evidence."

The classroom instantly filled with groans of dismay. Everyone, except the cardinal alphas, collectively voiced their displeasure at the prospect of such work. Violet rolled her eyes at the dramatic reaction, already planning to team up with her buddy, Lila.

She turned toward her friend, about to ask, when she felt a gloved hand clasp her wrist.

"You’re with me," Alaric said coolly, leaving little room for negotiation.

split second, Violet stared at him, speechless. Then her expression shifted to one of

was firm,

else to bother. Besides, you’re smart enough to do this alone, aren’t you?" Her tone dripped with sarcasm, recalling his previous stunt in

specifically said to work in pairs. Your

have other friends. Go pair

not as smart as

work on me," Violet shot back. She yanked her arm again, but Alaric’s grip was strong,

uncomfortable, looked between the two and hesitantly spoke up. "Violet, maybe you should just work with him. It’s fine, I can team

head and glared at Alaric. "No. Friends before dicks," she declared loudly enough that several nearby students turned to look, their

the simple way," Alaric said. "Let fate

eyes suspiciously. "And how

game of rock, paper, scissors,"

stunned by the childish suggestion. "Are you kidding

to mediate. "I’m not bad at it either so he

"See?

still lingering, but she reluctantly nodded.

off, hands at the ready. Violet crossed her

thrown out paper. Violet’s heart began to race, praying and hoping for Alaric to lose. She was rooting for her friend. The second round ended in another tie, both

that even some of the students were watching them. Lila hesitated slightly before throwing out paper, but Alaric’s hand came down with scissors.

Alaric pumped his