Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 130: Rivals On A Narrow Road

Violet decided right then and there that she hated her newfound popularity. As she and Lila walked toward the elite bleachers, a chant suddenly erupted from somewhere in the crowd.

"Purple Storm!"

At first, it was just one enthusiastic student, but soon another joined in. Then another. And before Violet could even process what was happening, nearly half the students in the bleachers were chanting the moniker the Oracle had so kindly gifted her.

She fought the urge to groan. Violet had never been good with fame, and she certainly wasn’t prepared for this level of attention. She kept her expression calm, walking forward as if the noise didn’t bother her, but her insides were twisting in discomfort.

"Do something!" Lila nudged her arm intentionally, her wide eyes and barely contained grin making it clear she was enjoying the spectacle.

Violet shot her a sharp look. Do what? her expression seemed to say.

Lila simply shrugged with an unhelpful grin that said, Not my problem.

Left with no other option, Violet turned to face the crowd. Plastering on a smile, she raised her hand in a small wave and the reaction was instantaneous. Deafening cheers erupted with students yelling her name even louder. She was sure she even heard someone scream, "I love you, my Purple Storm!"

Violet’s cheeks burned hot with embarrassment, and she quickened her pace, hoping to get to the bleachers and out of the spotlight as soon as possible. But Lila walked beside her with a smug, knowing smile, clearly amused by Violet’s discomfort.

account for you," Lila said with

her, her lips twitching into a smile, not because she found Lila’s words funny or because she was flattered by the cheering crowd. No, her smile came from the one thing that actually made her

brand deals. She might not care for fame, but she did care about

to roll around in those

everyone was into her. The shift in energy was immediate as a student

fans roared her name until the cries of "Purple Storm" faded into silence, swallowed entirely by the sheer volume of support

rose gracefully from her seat at the front row, exuding arrogance and elegance in equal measure. With

into their seats, clutching their chests as though her

thought with

glance, walking past her rival with an air of indifference that practically screamed, I

from Elsie. Violet deliberately sat beside Natalie, sensing that, while she couldn’t fully trust her, Natalie was neutral enough to be tolerated, and perhaps even useful as an ally if needed

didn’t go unnoticed. Violet could feel Elsie’s icy glare, sharp enough to cut steel. Her narrowed eyes practically burned

that thing doing here?" Elsie’s voice was cold, her manicured

mouth, only to be cut off by Elsie’s condescending

with barely concealed venom. "She’s with me. And I’m

for your servants. The back is more suited for her." She gestured