Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 145: Kitten Roman

~ Lila ~

"Violet! HELP ME!" Lila shrieked as a ferocious-looking, yet absurdly adorable green Scottish Fold cat chased her like a demon possessed, her feet kicking up small clouds of dust.

This was not how she had planned to die.

Not heroically in battle — definitely not in the second great war.

Not in a tragic love story —like Elena and Kael

Not even from embarrassment at failing a test — sadly, no reference for this.

Boho! Of all the possible deaths, being mauled by a furious cardinal alpha in kitten form was not on her bingo card.

Well, what cruel fate had led her here?!

It was all thanks to Violet.

She should have known better. Even Daisy had warned that this was a terrible, horrible, catastrophic idea, but Violet, the shameless hustler, had roped them in with sweet words and unshakable confidence.

Because if there was one thing Violet Purple knew how to do, it was to milk people dry with a business pitch so convincing it could sell ice to a yeti.

And to be honest? Her logic had been sound.

Violet had recognized the demand in the market because thanks to the stupid — in her own language — hierarchy in the school, majority of the student population never got close to a cardinal alpha before graduation.

Not to mention touching, holding, or even standing near one was considered a privilege. Snapping a photo with one? It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

But now, thanks to fate — or karma, depending on who you asked —Roman Draven has provided the perfect opportunity.

A cardinal alpha, forced into the form of an adorable kitten? It was a once in life time chance that Violet, the ruthless businesswoman couldn’t give up on.

So she had pitched it perfectly:

"For a totally reasonable fee, you can HOLD, PET, FONDLE and SNAP AN EXCLUSIVE photo with Roman the Kitten!"

It was the ultimate souvenir!

A photo they could cherish forever and flex to their future children. And children children. To even the tenth generation — if they cared enough.

At first, her roommates had thought Violet lost her mind, but when they saw how profitable it was , eveyone was definitely in. Except there was a little problem, they had zero preparation and resources.

There was no marketing. No set-up. Not to mention, it was only a few hours before Roman shifted back to his human form and had his revenge on them. The goddess have mercy on them.

They needed speed and efficiency before Roman became entirely useless to them.

But Violet wasn’t the Purple Storm for nothing and Lila saw firsthand the power of connections.

mostly the ones who approached her during the Fangball match and bam! Everything

the school’s iconic garden known for its beautiful flowers, scenic stone pathways, and breathtaking water features. In

was transformed into a professional-grade

Camera crew? Check.

Props and backdrops? Check.

luxury blankets for

adorable wardrobe of kitten outfits? Also

where

Dressing Kitten Roman.

fool was

unfortunate soul was

girls had miraculously ordered a batch of custom kitten clothing online, and it

great task

Roman had been

liking especially while staring up at her with those beautiful

should have known it

have listened

Lila tried slipping a

All hell broke loose.

perfectly docile transformed into an

claws unsheathed, and with a murderous

the chase from

bursting out of the makeshift dressing room and

powerful paws skimming the ground like a small hunter in pursuit of prey.

the girl and use

DARE they treat him

He was Roman Draven!

moment —, a cardinal alpha! A predator!

that conniving fox, Violet Purple. He

out, a hand shot out of nowhere and

are!" Violet said,

restroom for two minutes, and

eyes onto the tiny green kitten struggling

scolded, tapping him

Roman’s green eyes darkened.

of

"Someone’s mad, isn’t he?"

just how angry he was, Kitten Roman swiped his tiny claws across her

clutching her now-scratched

I deserved that one.

knowing he could perfectly understand her. After all, he was a grown man in

him, securing him against her chest, his soft fur pressed against the

And for once?

Roman didn’t