Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 153: Twitching Hands

Violet knew a mistake when she saw one, and right now, wearing this, appearing this way, was one. But then again, she had roommates who had literally ambushed her, wrestling her into submission with zero regard for her personal autonomy.

Lila and Daisy had done her hair, styling it like she was some royal debutante, while Ivy had conducted an impromptu photoshoot, making her strike a thousand different poses for pictures she insisted on posting on her Moonstagram.

That was the only reason they had arrived at the party so late.

At this point, Violet didn’t know which version of Ivy she preferred—the past sassy, jealous, territorial one, or this new overbearing, perfectionist Ivy who had apparently made it her personal project to refine her image.

It honestly wouldn’t surprise Violet if at breakfast tomorrow, Ivy started teaching her the "proper" way to hold a spoon.

And the thought of that was terrifying.

As they made their way through the party, the crowd unconsciously parted for them, as if they were an approaching storm no one wanted to get caught in.

But just as Violet was about to relax, a girl suddenly appeared out of nowhere, shoving a camera right in her face.

"The goddess bless our hearts—Violet! You are on fire tonight!"

Violet blinked, completely thrown off. "Excuse me, do I know you?"

She let out a sheepish laugh, clearly trying to cover her embarrassment. "Of course, you can’t know everybody. That would be way too much work for the Purple Storm, right?."

Before Violet could even process that, Lila leaned in, the human encyclopedia as always.

"That’s Nicole. She’s a blogger."

Violet nodded in understanding. That was all the cue Nicole needed. She wasn’t about to let this golden opportunity slip away.

"Tell me, Violet Purple, how much does your entire ensemble cost?"

"Excuse me?" A furrow formed between Violet’s brows. Even she didn’t know how much her outfit cost. So why should anyone else care?

Sensing the conversation was about to take a nosedive, her roommates tried to intervene, but before they could—

know," a voice cut in,

didn’t

the crowd as Elsie Lancaster stepped forward, her heels clicking against the

bitch has been

Oh. Here we go.

swing, nearly every pair of eyes in the vicinity had locked onto the confrontation between Violet and Elsie. There can’t be two queens ruling one kingdom. It was obvious

finally smiles on her, poor girl meets rich boy, and

her camera and capturing the moment in perfect, high-definition clarity.This was prime content and her blog was going to explode

Violet, however, wasn’t one for public petty squabbles. But then again, this bitch had been pushing her buttons for far

She was in the mood for

her head. "If that’s the case, then it’s an insult to Alaric if an outfit he bought for his

she could stop it. Daisy pressed her lips together, barely containing her laughter, while Ivy maintained such a painfully straight face that it was

herself. Right. She was on camera. Still, her fury simmered beneath her veins, her embarrassment

"You bitch—"

But Violet wasn’t done.

his girlfriend," she

me, who

Elsie visibly stiffened.

to mind your business, Elsie Lancaster.

Violet turned on her heel, her roommates falling into step beside her,

made a face at Elsie,

Elsie’s eyes flashed with pure rage, her wolf itching to surface at the

steps. She did

word,

strong, independent woman, and the idea that Elsie would paint her as some gold-digging social climber

a tray of drinks, she snatched

but Violet had already downed the drink in

drink from the tray. "Drink like that, and you’ll be drunk

her glass down with a sharp clink. "Don’t worry.

was going to happen tonight and she needed to have a clear head

expression firm. "Don’t get