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.

Moontagram account for you," Lila said with

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

mind, sponsorships, promotions, maybe even brand deals. She

wait to roll

in the end, it turned out not everyone was into her. The shift in

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

the front row, exuding arrogance and elegance in equal measure. With a smile that could rival royalty,

their seats, clutching

thought with an

was just as Elsie relished her moment of glory that Violet approached the elite bleachers. Violet didn’t spare Elsie a single glance, walking past her rival with an air

empty space separated her from Elsie. Violet deliberately sat beside Natalie, sensing that, while she couldn’t fully trust her,

go unnoticed. Violet could feel Elsie’s icy glare, sharp enough to cut steel. Her narrowed eyes practically burned holes into Violet, but she didn’t lash out directly. Instead, she turned

voice was cold, her manicured finger pointing toward Lila, who sat

at the word ’thing’, but before she could respond, Lila opened her mouth, only to be cut off by Elsie’s condescending tone. "This is the

clenched, her voice firm but filled with barely concealed venom. "She’s with me.

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