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.

to mention, she was the purple storm, the famous member of the elite, as well as Alaric Storm’s girlfriend. At

Alpha’s Blessed Breath, she had no doubt they’d probably buy it for a

it wasn’t enough. The true currency here was status. And today, she wielded it like a weapon. And it

get too carried away with this power though. The hierarchy only favored a select few, and she wasn’t

exact total,

scholarship students, anyway. The rich ones had

wanted to, even calling it an honor to assist the purple storm

absurdity of it. They practically thought she was

in her financial success, her attention drifted to the kitten

Kitten Roman was... filthy.

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

by students who had probably fantasized about doing the same to him in his human

Roman had suffered for her wealth, and while Violet had little sympathy for a cardinal alpha who usually strutted through life getting everything he wanted, she

had pulled through

was time to return

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

that he had said ’before the party’ , but he hadn’t

to bathe after all because there was no way she was letting his green-furred ass climb into her bed

faucet, letting the water run until it was a comfortable temperature, then shifted her attention back to the cat

you. I can’t let

one emerald-green eye, regarded her with what looked like indifference, and then

think too hard about the fact that she was about to bathe Roman Draven, cardinal alpha, infamous

a

but was now wrinkled and stained. The cat-sized sunglasses clattered to the

because

no way a grown-ass man in

Kitten Roman purred as if

very least, struggle. Instead, Roman let out a deep sigh, stretching his little limbs like a

Violet huffed. Unbelievable.

it

she did not have a musky male body wash. Not to mention, one made for cats. Roman would simply have to make do with this

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