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—

she doesn’t know," a voice cut in,

she didn’t buy it

over the crowd as Elsie Lancaster stepped

been leeching off Alaric

Oh. Here we go.

every pair of eyes in the vicinity had locked onto the confrontation between Violet and Elsie.

Elsie sneered. "Fate finally smiles on her, poor girl meets rich

with excitement, subtly adjusting the angle of her camera and capturing the moment in perfect, high-definition clarity.This was prime content and her blog was going

public petty squabbles. But then again, this bitch had been pushing her buttons for far

the mood for

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

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

forward before catching herself. Right. She was on camera. Still, her fury simmered beneath her veins, her embarrassment radiating off her in

"You bitch—"

But Violet wasn’t done.

Elsie. "I’m his girlfriend," she declared, her voice carrying a

doesn’t spend on me, who

Elsie visibly stiffened.

scoffed. "Learn to mind your business,

heel, her roommates falling

and made a face at Elsie, sticking her tongue out like a

with pure rage, her wolf itching to surface at

she immediately quickened her steps. She did not want to

Violet had the last word, her veins still

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

when a passing server walked by with a tray of

reached out to stop her, but Violet had already

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

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

that day, something was going to happen tonight and she needed

turned to her friends, her expression firm. "Don’t get drunk.