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.

like it?" Her lips curled into 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 you, the big wide world, and all the students looking for a stray cat

Roman let out an immediate hiss of

her hands on her

silence at

"Meow. Meow. Meow."

sparkling and practically reflecting money signs as she looked down at the grumpy

tiny paws and bumped it against her

his ears, pinched his cheeks, and ran

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

anyway, one favor, owed by her, and she couldn’t back out

got to work dressing him, pulling out the small black tuxedo they had ordered for him. The tuxedo was a ridiculously well-crafted

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

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

But something happened.

a ridiculous thought popped into her head right at that moment. Was his err... reproductive equipment the same as a normal

froze mid-movement. What the fuck was wrong with her? She was not checking

him and grabbed the final touch which was a pair of tiny

face, adjusting them so they rested perfectly on his

to admire her handiwork. The gods help her. Kitten

still managed to ooze an effortless charm that could melt hearts. He looked like a mafia boss cursed into feline form, too dignified to be taken seriously,

"Alright, Kitten Roman. Time to charm

form curling against her chest as if he owned the spot. His velvety green fur pressed into the fabric of her wear as she instinctively adjusted her hold, cradling

But if he was going to be paraded around like some exotic treasure, at the very least,

they approached the camera crew, the atmosphere buzzed with energy. The team was a mix of giddy students and one professional-looking elite girl who had way too much camera gear