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."

you say so," Violet replied, forcing a smile

sure of it. But this wasn’t the

gesturing for Violet to

never stepped into the rain at all. She watched as Lila performed

not soaked through?" Violet asked, remembering

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

it, it actually

out into the rain again, the water will fall on us. But we’ll

be impressed. No matter the situation, Lila always had a way to ensure her comfort and safety. Must be nice to have someone like that on your

how we’re going to get back with the food. Not all

Violet assured her, "we’ll surely figure something

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

tensed, muscles coiling in

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

Lila predicted, the distance

A familiar green car was packed just across the road and it undoubtedly

anger flowed through her veins, a fury so sudden and consuming Violet was almost tempted to storm into that hall and give

back by sheer grace. That was exactly the kind of reaction the students—and 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

to the dining hall, and contrary to their hopes of a 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 refuge

first student spotted Violet Purple. He then quickly nudge his neighbor, who looked at her and froze in surprise. The next

turned, their words dying mid-sentence, and the entire place falling silent at the

their collective gaze. Then she glanced upwards

sign of Asher, Griffin, not even Alaric — the one she wished to see the most. Instead, there was only Roman

golden ones, and hostility crackled in the space between them. The thought that Roman and Elsie had likely been sharing a

The mother fucking snake!

heated orbs promising retribution if she ever were to get her hands on