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."

if you say so," Violet replied, forcing a smile

Violet was sure of it. But this wasn’t the place or time to press

stepped back, gesturing

if she’d never stepped into the rain at all. She watched as Lila performed the same trick on herself,

look suspicious that we’re not soaked through?"

Trust me, they’ll be more interested in how the Rogue Queen is

thought about it, it actually made

""the second we step out into the rain again, the water will fall on us. But we’ll be inside so fast, we won’t look like miserable,

had a way to ensure her comfort and safety.

get back with the food. Not all of it can be sealed, and even with packages, the rain will find a way to ruin

Violet assured her, "we’ll surely

you say so." Lila flashed a sudden, eager grin. "Alright, princess, let’s go.

muscles coiling in

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

rain, sprinting toward the entrance. Just as Lila predicted, the distance was short enough

eye. A familiar green car was packed just across the

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

probably Roman—expected from her, and she wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. They wanted them to be angry, desperate, and probably regret rejecting the pack houses, but that would not

near-empty hall, they found it packed to the brim. It seemed everyone had the same idea that hot food and company was the perfect

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

precise, it happened like a Domino effect: one by one, the student’s heads turned, their words dying mid-sentence, and the entire place

few seconds, Violet just stood there, returning their collective gaze. Then she glanced upwards to the elite seating area, scanning

was only Roman seated cozily with Elsie. The two looked like they were on a date, ignoring the fact that

Violet’s golden ones, and hostility crackled in the space between them. The thought that

The mother fucking snake!

her two heated orbs promising retribution if she ever were