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.

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 to entertain them." She sighed theatrically, turning

out an immediate hiss

She turned back, placing her hands on her hips. "Alright. Meow three times

was silence at

"Meow. Meow. Meow."

sparkling and practically reflecting money signs as she looked down at the grumpy green furball. This

of his tiny paws and bumped it against her fist. "Yes! That’s how

his ears, pinched his cheeks, and ran her

his green eyes half-lidded in mild suffering. Fine,

he wanted anyway, one favor, owed by her,

their agreement, Violet got to work dressing him, pulling out the small black tuxedo they had ordered for him. The tuxedo was a ridiculously

little

slipped his small

But something happened.

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

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

wayward thoughts, she quickly finished dressing him and grabbed the final touch which was a pair of tiny round cat glasses with gleaming

his face, adjusting them so they rested perfectly on his

step back to admire her handiwork. The gods

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

"Alright, Kitten

her chest as if he owned the spot. His velvety green fur pressed into the fabric

his fate, reduced to a cuddly attraction for money-hungry Violet. But if he was going to be paraded around like some

with energy. The team was a mix of giddy students and one professional-looking elite girl who had way too much camera gear for