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.

the right students, elite and non elite, mostly the ones who

set up in the Green Space, the school’s iconic garden known for its beautiful flowers, scenic stone pathways, and breathtaking water features. In one word, the serene aesthetic was

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

Camera crew? Check.

Props and backdrops? Check.

and luxury blankets for Roman’s

adorable wardrobe of

that was where the

Dressing Kitten Roman.

fool was chosen for

soul was

of the elite girls had miraculously ordered a batch of

the great

first? Roman had been

for her liking especially while staring up at her with

have known it was

listened to her

Lila tried slipping a tiny

All hell broke loose.

had been perfectly docile transformed

his fangs bared, claws unsheathed, and with

thus, the chase from earlier

bursting out of the makeshift dressing room and running for

tiny but powerful paws skimming the ground like a small hunter in pursuit of prey. Damn it!

girl and use

DARE they treat him like a

He was Roman Draven!

cardinal alpha! A predator! Not a

have known not to trust that conniving fox, Violet Purple. He

a hand shot out of nowhere and snatched Kitten Roman

you are!" Violet

for two minutes, and

the tiny

she scolded, tapping him lightly

Roman’s green eyes darkened. How

let out a hiss of pure menace

"Someone’s mad, isn’t he?"

just how angry he was, Kitten

clutching

I deserved that

eyes and she glared back knowing he could perfectly understand her. After all, he was a grown man in a kitten’s

relived. She adjusted her hold on him, securing him against her chest, his soft

And for once?

Roman didn’t