Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 148: Her Royal Prince

The instant Violet stepped into her dormitory, a boom of confetti exploded above her, causing tiny, colorful specks to fall over her and Kitten Roman like a victorious rain.

"Congratulations, Violet! You’re a rich woman!" Lila hollered with uncontainable glee, already diving into a large bag overflowing with crisp Cede notes. She scooped up a handful and tossed it into the air, letting the money flutter down in slow, tantalizing swirls.

For a long second, Violet simply stood there, watching as actual money danced through the air before settling at her feet. Money she could have never dreamed of making so quickly in her entire life.

The sight was just so breathtaking that a slow, smug smile curved her lips. A kingdom of wealth built in a single afternoon. She was beginning to love this school.

Lila, drunk on the euphoria of success, continued her ridiculous display, tossing notes in the air like she was some eccentric billionaire making it rain at a private gala.

"We did it, Violet! You absolutely fleeced them. I’m so proud of you!."

Violet let out a pleased hum. Oh, she had fleeced them alright.

For the scholarship students and lower-income crowd, Violet had been kind enough to charge them five Cede per session for a humble two-minute interaction with Kitten Roman, taking as many photos and videos as their devices could hold.

Two minutes was more than enough, but if they wanted more? That was when extra charges applied. She was fair, but she was also a businesswoman.

For the elites and the rich non-elite students with little sense, Violet had played to their egos. She had upped the charge to fifty Cede for a five-minute session.

It was daylight robbery. Yes. And yet they had paid without hesitation.

Why?

No one wanted to appear cheap in front of their peers, especially not in front of the scholarship students. Falling below the expectations was as good as a social death sentence. The irony was almost poetic.

But the true masterpiece of Violet’s scheme was the VIP section.

She had leveraged the school’s obsessive hierarchy, creating an exclusive space in the closed-off green garden where the privileged could lounge on plush sofas, bean bags, and carefully placed seating while sipping wine — contributed by Natalie. Bless her.

They were served in flutes, giving the illusion of luxury, while an assortment of snacks were laid out. For an exclusive fan service from Kitten Roman, Violet had set the price at two hundred Cede per person.

And what had they done? They paid immediately without even blinking a single eye at the cost.

The elites lived to throw their money at anything that made them look privileged, and Violet had capitalized on it like the entrepreneur she was born to be.

as well as Alaric Storm’s girlfriend. At this point, she was already a cardinal

air and label it Cardinal Alpha’s Blessed Breath, she had no doubt

time, Violet realized just how powerful connections were. Money was good, but it wasn’t enough. The true currency here was status.

power though. The hierarchy only favored

Violet was dying to know the exact total, she had already made peace with the fact that she

the event had been compensated, well, the scholarship students, anyway. The rich ones

helped her because they wanted to, even calling it an honor to assist

had to bite back laughter at the absurdity of

wanted to bask in her financial success, her attention drifted to the kitten

Kitten Roman was... filthy.

was now matted with traces of lipstick, smeared foundation, and unidentifiable smudges from too many

like a sacred relic, kissed, groped, and aggressively cuddled by students who had probably fantasized about doing the same to him in his human form. That was scary now she

little sympathy for a cardinal alpha who

had pulled through

it was time to

Ivy could rope her into breaking down the event’s total earnings, Violet marched straight to the

was setting, but Roman had yet to shift back. That’s when it hit her that he had said ’before the party’ , but he hadn’t

pissed over the convenient missing details. He still needed to bathe after all because there was no way she was letting his green-furred ass climb into her bed looking like

run until it was a comfortable temperature, then shifted her attention

I can’t let you return

what looked like indifference, and then promptly shut it again, as if to say,

fact that she was about to bathe Roman Draven, cardinal alpha, infamous

This was just a cat. She told

Violet undid the tiny tuxedo that had once looked adorable but was now wrinkled and stained. The cat-sized sunglasses clattered to the side as she placed them on the counter, and just as she reached

because

shook her head. There was no way a grown-ass man in cat form enjoyed

purred as if to

the water, half-expecting him to hiss, scratch, or, at the very least, struggle. Instead, Roman let out a deep sigh, stretching his little limbs like a spoiled prince being pampered in a

Violet huffed. Unbelievable.

then, it

have a musky male body wash. Not to mention, one made for cats. Roman would simply

his fur, her fingers massaging gently. Roman’s ears twitched slightly at the sensation, but when she reached