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.

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

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

the place was transformed into a professional-grade photoshoot, with all

Camera crew? Check.

Props and backdrops? Check.

blankets for

wardrobe of kitten outfits?

that was where the problems

Dressing Kitten Roman.

was chosen for

soul was her.

miraculously ordered a batch of custom

great task

Roman had

liking especially while staring up at her

known

have listened

a tiny tuxedo over Kitten Roman’s

All hell broke loose.

been perfectly docile

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

the chase

screamed again, bursting out of the makeshift dressing room and running for

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

catch the girl and use her as a

they treat

He was Roman Draven!

cardinal alpha! A predator!

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

to give out, a hand shot out of nowhere and

you are!"

to the restroom for two

the tiny

scolded, tapping

eyes

a hiss of pure menace but

"Someone’s mad, isn’t he?"

he was, Kitten Roman

gasped, clutching her now-scratched

deserved that one.

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

on him, securing him against her chest, his soft

And for once?

Roman didn’t fight