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.

word to the right students, elite and non elite, mostly the ones who approached her during the Fangball match and bam! Everything

beautiful flowers, scenic stone pathways, and breathtaking water features. In one word, the serene aesthetic was perfect for capturing a "magical"

the hour, the place was transformed into a professional-grade photoshoot,

Camera crew? Check.

Props and backdrops? Check.

for Roman’s "royal cat throne"?

ridiculous yet adorable wardrobe of kitten outfits?

was where

Dressing Kitten Roman.

unlucky fool was chosen for

that unfortunate soul was

one of the elite girls had miraculously ordered a batch of custom kitten clothing online, and it arrived in

great

Roman had

especially while staring up at

known it was a

should have listened to

moment Lila tried slipping a tiny tuxedo over Kitten Roman’s

All hell broke loose.

had been perfectly

bared, claws unsheathed, and with a murderous yowl, Roman

thus, the chase from

HELP!" Lila screamed again, bursting out of the makeshift dressing room and running for her dear

Roman bounded after her, his tiny but powerful paws skimming the ground like a small hunter in pursuit of prey. Damn

catch the girl and use

treat

He was Roman Draven!

the moment —, a cardinal alpha! A predator!

have known not to trust that

lungs were about to give out, a hand shot out

you are!"

for

turned disapproving eyes onto the tiny green

scolded, tapping him lightly

green eyes darkened.

a hiss of pure menace but

"Someone’s mad, isn’t he?"

how angry he was, Kitten Roman

clutching her

fine, I deserved that one. But no

narrowed his eyes and she glared back knowing he could perfectly

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

And for once?

didn’t fight