Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 204: To Be A Rogue

"Lila!" Violet shouted, her voice nearly lost in the unrelenting downpour. Rain blurred her vision, and though she’d been holding onto Lila’s hand moments ago, a sudden rush of debris carried by the wind had wrenched them apart.

"I’m here, Princess!" Lila called back, and in an instant, she was by Violet’s side. "Just don’t let go, no matter what."

And yeah, Lila didn’t need to say it twice.

Violet silently vowed never to let go of her hand again.

The rain pelted them mercilessly, and in that moment she made a mental note: If she ever dated again, she’d make damn sure the guy didn’t have lightning powers to control the weather, because this was pure torture.

When the doors of the dining hall finally came into view, Violet nearly collapsed onto her knees in relief. Right then and there, she could have knelt down and praised the lord for deliverance from Alaric’s angry rainstorm.

But instead of heading straight inside like any sane person would, to her surprise, Lila suddenly tugged her toward the side of the building, away from view.

Confused, Violet asked. "What are you doing?" She glanced around, but unsurprisingly, there wasn’t a single person lingering outside in this miserable storm.

But Lila merely grinned. "You can’t make an entrance looking like a drowned rat, can you?"

Before Violet could get a word out, Lila reached out and touched the sodden fabric of her clothing. A strange sensation washed over her, like a deep warmth sinking into her skin. Then, before her wide eyes, Violet watched as every drop of water rose from her clothes, suspended in midair like vapor. Then it fell at their feet in a wet splash.

Violet gasped. "That was... cool."

"You flatter me, Princess," Lila responded, dipping her head politely.

A question hit Violet and she hesitated before asking, "If I’m Fae like you, when are you going to teach me to do the things you do? You even said I could do greater."

Lila had been draining the last of the moisture from Violet’s hair, but at her words, she stilled, just for a fraction of a second. It was subtle, but Violet didn’t miss how her expression briefly tensed, as though something weighed on her mind.

Yet Lila smoothed it over in a second, adding, "Soon, Princess. Soon enough."

forcing a smile

of it. But this wasn’t the place or time to

gesturing for Violet to

dry as if she’d never stepped into the rain at all. She watched as Lila performed the same trick on herself, drying every last drop from her own clothes and

not soaked through?" Violet asked, remembering the pourdown just beyond

up a whole commotion just by walking in there. Trust me, they’ll be more interested in how

thought about it, it

the rain again, the water will fall on

Lila always had a way to ensure her comfort

Lila’s expression turned thoughtful. "If anything, what I am worried about is how we’re going to get back with the food. Not all of it can be sealed, and even with packages, the rain

worry," Violet assured her, "we’ll

sudden, eager grin. "Alright, princess, let’s go.

muscles coiling in

"One... Two... Three!"

sprinting toward the entrance. Just as Lila predicted, the distance was short enough that by the time

for the handle, something caught her eye. A familiar green car was packed just across the road and it undoubtedly belonged

asshole who’d nudged her into this ill-advised path. A hot wave of anger flowed through her veins, a fury so sudden and consuming Violet was almost tempted to storm into that hall and give him a piece of her

wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. They wanted them

to their hopes of a near-empty hall, they found it packed to the

was buzzing with chatter and conversation, at least until the first student spotted Violet Purple. He then quickly nudge his neighbor, who

one by one, the student’s heads turned, their words dying mid-sentence, and the entire place falling

collective gaze. Then she glanced upwards to the elite seating area, scanning for any sign

was no sign of Asher, Griffin, not even Alaric — the one she wished to see the most. Instead, there was only Roman seated cozily with Elsie. The two looked like they were on a date, ignoring

in the space between them. The thought that Roman and

The mother fucking snake!

two heated orbs promising retribution if she ever were