Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 112: When Loyalty Is Questioned

"What are you still standing there for? Get moving!" Elsie barked at Grace, who jumped at the loud command.

Without hesitation, Grace snatched up her phone and began typing, her fingers shaking a little. The outside world saw Grace as lucky since she was Elsie’s efficient and indispensable assistant who managed all her accounts and activities. If only they knew the poor girl lived in pained paradise.

The uncomfortable truth was that Grace was Elsie’s servant who was bound to her by a debt of gratitude and a ruthless hierarchy. Elsie didn’t care about her in the slightest.

Grace wasn’t an elite; she was simply a poor human she had plucked from obscurity. Everything Grace had, the fame, respect, admiration, and wealth, it all came from her. Without Elsie, Grace would be nothing, and both of them knew it.

Before Grace could finish typing, a voice broke through the room. "And you think that’s a good idea?"

Every head in the room, including Elsie’s, turned as Natalie Avax entered the closet with an elegance that could rival any runway model. She moved with effortless confidence, her presence undoubtedly magnetic. Such that even in a space filled with the finest luxury items, she was the one thing everyone couldn’t help but notice.

Elsie’s face hardened into a scowl as she turned toward Natalie, her voice filled with irritation. "I believe I called for you hours ago?"

But Natalie barely spared her a glance, walking past her as though she weren’t worth acknowledging. Her sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in the opulence without a hint of awe.

"Don’t push your luck, Elsie," she said coolly. "I’m not Grace, someone you can order around, and I’m certainly not jobless enough to come running like a dog to its master."

The jab hit its mark, and Grace flinched, her face reddening as she risked a glance upward. Her gaze briefly met Natalie’s before she jerked her head down again, too humiliated to hold the contact.

A muscle twitched in Elsie’s jaw as she regarded Natalie. Natalie had never been an enemy, but she wasn’t a friend either. It was her brazen arrogance that infuriated Elsie the most. As the reigning queen of the academy, Elsie was used to being worshipped, feared, and obeyed. But not Natalie.

And for good reason.

and connections that dwarfed even Elsie’s. Even the

every student at Lunaris came from money, but no one matched the Avax family’s clout. Their connections, especially with

a tight smile. "If you were

but inside of her, anger and hatred burned. If Natalie weren’t so rich

unfazed by Elsie’s attempt at reconciliation, strolled over to the upholstered storage bench where three other

Natalie greeted them with a

and it made their

designer bag beside her, crossing one toned leg over the other, elegantly. "I heard

finished with a smile that didn’t touch her eyes, her voice sharp even though it feigned sweetness.

waiting

tightened, especially as she stared at Natalie, who lounged on the bench like she owned the

then, Natalie. Why would you care about that? The Oracle crossed a

sound dripping with condescension. "Ah, Elsie, always so quick to play the role of the dictator. But tell me," she leaned forward slightly, her hazel eyes meeting Elsie’s blue ones, "what happens when the Oracle

She hated that Natalie had a point, but

keyboard. Moreover, the Oracle was nothing. At the start, no one would read or comment on her useless gossip pages nor buy

gave her the content! And it was all about Moi!" Elsie pointed to her chest, declaring, "I made her who is she? So trust me when I tell you she wouldn’t dare

even know who she is... you are not

and I would undo

Elsie, saying with a cutting tone, "I thought you were smart but it seems to be you’re a

her voice rising

through Elsie’s outrage. "And I do mean everyone. What do you think

someone else realized her worth and did the same. And let’s