Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 207: Committing A Crime

Daisy paced back and forth, practically vibrating with anger, and all that was missing was literal smoke curling from her ears.

Violet eyed her warily. "Daisy, I think you should calm down—"

"No! Don’t tell me to calm down!" Daisy snapped, rounding on her immediately.

She thrust her face close to Violet’s, rage crackling in her eyes. "We are outcasts, Violet! Rogues. They branded us like we’re diseased!" Her voice cracked with frustration. "We’re already this close to falling apart from all the bullshit they’re putting us through, and you—you—made it worse by bringing Roman Draven’s car here?!"

For once, Ivy decided to intervene. "Daisy, I think you should really take a deep breath and try to —"

"Don’t you dare tell me what and what not to do with my fucking breath!" Daisy whirled on her too, totally losing it.

"Look at where we’re living!" she shouted, her voice raw. "Take a good fucking look at our current living situation!"

She gestured wildly at the rotting porch, the faded, peeling paint, the way the storm-beaten house still looked like it might collapse at any second. The decrepit shack is definitely looked better on the inside than the outside.

"We lost everything! And while we’re trying to salvage what’s left, you bring trouble straight to our doorstep? Is this your big, master plan for revenge? Is this how we take down Elsie? How we fight the whole system?"

"No, it’s not." Violet’s voice rose to match Daisy’s intensity, her temper finally snapping. "This is my personal revenge against Roman Draven, the asshole who lied to me, deceived me, and put us through this bullshit!"

She sucked in a breath, her chest heaving.

"It’s petty. But it’s a start."

Daisy seemed torn, her shoulders slumping as if she didn’t want to be swayed by the idea. "He’ll take his revenge," she said warily.

"No, he won’t." Violet’s voice brimmed with certainty. "He could’ve chased us the moment he saw us driving away, but he didn’t. He knows he messed up. Maybe in his twisted logic, he thinks letting me run off with his car is punishment enough."

Daisy stared at her, like she was trying to figure her out, dissect the way her mind worked. Then, after a long pause, she admitted, "I don’t understand you. You should be scared. These guys—" she gestured vaguely, "—they might look human, but they’re not. They’re dangerous. They smile, but they do it with teeth, with blood still dripping from their last kill. And yet, you’re not afraid.

"You tangle with them like a human playing with lions." Daisy shook her head, disbelief in her eyes. "What gives you that kind of confidence, Violet Purple?"

For the first time, Violet didn’t answer right away.

Her gaze became distant as her mind drifted somewhere else, somewhere far darker.

Then, quietly, she said:

"Because I’m not afraid of death."

Daisy stilled.

Violet continued, "Because there are worse things than having your throat ripped out by one of them. Worse things than dying."

a slow

and seeing nothing but darkness. Like knowing that no matter what you do, you might end up just like all the others who came

if a spoiled Alpha brat comes

she stepped forward, cupping Daisy’s face

earnestly. " And I swear— I swear by whatever law

Daisy cut

repercussions would come to her? She

my promise to you. We will rise again,

at last, clearly

lips. "Besides, I can practically see your thoughts spinning in your head right now, and I

narrowed her eyes

"Oh, really?"

Violet’s smirk widened.

"Really."

began to spin the car keys in her hand, her wicked smile growing by the second.

food from the backseat. The amount they had grabbed was ridiculous, so she had

them moving in sync, as if they had done a heist before. In mere minutes, the seat was emptied, leaving only the luxurious, Roman Draven-owned car sitting in front

"Now, the right thing to do is return the car," she

slowly, watching

and scooping up a handful of wet, muddy earth, "the right thing doesn’t necessarily mean bringing

the mud across the

and Ivy gasped collectively, shock, horror, and exhilaration

Ivy clutched her chest. "Did

disbelief. "This is Roman Draven’s car! Do you have a death

gathering another handful of

she called with a knowing smirk. "Come

sense and

nudging

she grabbed a thick

second,

girls to erupt

let out a victorious roar, feeling a rush of exhilaration so pure that she wanted to bottle it up and

"Ivy, your turn!"

barely left Violet’s lips before Ivy bounced forward with giddy excitement. She scooped up a chunk of mud,

girls whooped and

dramatically. "Such elegance! Such grace! Roman’s car has

"Thank you, thank you, I do my

up!" Violet called, motioning for

her eyes. She gathered as much mud as she could, then hurled it at the windshield precisely.

with excitement. This