Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 146: Sugar And Money

Violet carefully carried Kitten Roman back into the makeshift makeup room, treating him with the kind of reverence one might offer royalty.

And knowing Roman, he expected nothing less. Even in feline form, he still managed to exude an air of smug entitlement, his fluffy tail flicking lazily as if he was entirely unbothered by the situation.

She placed him gently on the table and stepped back with her arms crossed. Golden human eyes met green cat eyes, the intensity of the stare-off feeling almost ridiculous. If anyone had walked in right now, they’d assume she was having a psychic conversation with her pet.

Violet sighed, breaking the silence first. "What would it take for you to behave out there?"

Kitten Roman let out a throaty growl in response, his tiny body vibrating with irritation.

And yes, that was a no.

Although Violet could not understand cat language, her short experience with her former cat, Stray, had taught her the subtle nuances of feline moods, and right now, Roman was in full-on you betrayed me, human mode.

"Yes, I know," she placated. "This isn’t what we agreed on. But I saw an opportunity, and I took it. You can’t blame me for being a businesswoman." She shrugged, as if it was the most logical thing in the world.

Roman promptly barked in her face.

Okay. He did blame her.

Violet exhaled, rubbing her temples. "Fine. Here’s the deal. I dress you up, you go out there, behave, and make me some cash. In return, I’ll owe you one favor."

She lifted a finger before he could make a sound, his ears having perked up. "But there are conditions. You can’t harm me, can’t ask for anything that gets me in trouble, and no sexual favors. None of that creepy alpha bullshit, are we clear?"

A low, rumbling snarl vibrated from Kitten Roman’s throat instead.

a knowing smirk. "Maybe I should just leave you here, then. Babysitting duty is over. I’m sure you’ll have tons of fun running around alone until sundown. Just

out an immediate hiss

smirk widening. "Thought so." She turned back, placing her hands on her hips. "Alright. Meow three times if

silence

"Meow. Meow. Meow."

reflecting money signs as she looked down at the grumpy green furball. This was perfect. Roman was going to make her

one of his tiny paws and bumped

pinched his cheeks, and ran her fingers over his velvety snout. "You’re so adorable,"

her, his green eyes half-lidded in mild suffering. Fine, fawn over me all you

thought smugly. He had what he wanted anyway, one favor, owed

had ordered for him. The tuxedo was

under the soft light, and the little bowtie at the collar gave it an extra touch of aristocratic

stiffly, judging silently as Violet slipped his small paws through the sleeves, adjusting the fabric,

But something happened.

head right at that moment. Was his err... reproductive

fuck was wrong with her? She was not checking

her own wayward thoughts, she quickly finished dressing him and grabbed the final touch

them onto his face, adjusting them so they rested perfectly on his

took a step back to admire her handiwork. The gods

could melt hearts. He looked like a mafia boss cursed into feline

glee. "Alright, Kitten Roman. Time to

small form curling against her chest as if he owned the spot. His velvety green

if he was going to be paraded

approached the camera crew, the atmosphere buzzed with energy. The team was a mix of giddy students and one