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.

am definitely opening that Moontagram account for you," Lila

she was flattered by the cheering crowd. No, her smile came from the one thing that actually made her excited: the potential money

brand deals. She might not care for

she couldn’t wait to

into her. The shift in energy was immediate as a

Elsie’s fans roared her name until the cries of "Purple

the dramatic queen, rose gracefully from her seat at the front row, exuding arrogance and elegance in equal measure. With a smile that could rival royalty, she

collapsing back into their seats, clutching their chests

with an eye

Violet didn’t spare Elsie a single glance, walking past her rival with an air of indifference that practically screamed, I don’t care. Without hesitation,

although one empty space separated her 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

icy glare, sharp enough to cut steel. Her narrowed eyes practically burned holes into Violet, but she didn’t lash out directly. Instead,

was cold, her manicured finger pointing toward

only to be cut off by Elsie’s condescending

but filled with barely concealed

lips curling into a disdainful smirk. "Front row isn’t for your servants. The back is more suited for her." She gestured lazily toward the