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—

doesn’t know," a voice

didn’t buy it

Elsie Lancaster

bitch has been

Oh. Here we go.

vicinity had locked onto the confrontation between Violet and Elsie. There can’t

finally smiles on her, poor girl meets rich boy, and now she intends to

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

again, this bitch had been pushing her buttons

She was in the mood for a

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

it. Daisy pressed her lips together, barely containing her laughter, while Ivy maintained such

a step forward before catching herself. Right. She was on camera. Still, her

"You bitch—"

But Violet wasn’t done.

his girlfriend," she declared, her voice carrying a confidence

doesn’t spend on me, who would he

Elsie visibly stiffened.

to mind your business, Elsie Lancaster.

roommates falling into

made a face at Elsie,

her wolf itching

Lila, she immediately quickened her steps. She

the last word, her veins

was a strong, independent woman, and the idea that Elsie would paint her

server walked by with a tray of drinks, she

Lila reached out to stop her, but Violet had already downed

her own drink from the tray. "Drink like that, and

her glass down with a sharp clink. "Don’t worry. I won’t be drinking

day, something was going to happen tonight and she needed to have a clear head for it. She needed to

her friends, her expression firm. "Don’t get drunk. That’s an