Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 235: Destroy Violet

MOON FEED EXCLUSIVE: JARS OF HEART

Written by: The Oracle

Oh, my drama loving addicts of Lunaris Academy! So good to have you back for another splash of Lunaris gossip.

I know, I know. You’re all dying to know about the fate of our dear ’Purple Storm’. (spoilers: that title is so yesterday). Where is she? How is she faring, now that she has tumbled from her loftyperch? Trust me, darlings, we will get there, but let’s savor our drama one morsel at a time.

Rain Clouds and Heartache

First, can someone please explain the nonstop downpour? One minute we have clear skies, then—bam—torrential showers. And then it hit me—of course! Our Lightning Prince is suffering.

Alaric Storm, cold and untouchable, has finally been struck. And by what, you ask? Not lightning, my loves. Heartbreak. Yes! It is.

I mean we all saw it coming. Though neither Alaric nor Violet have made any official announcement about their status, we know the rules (yes, folks, that’s practically carved in stone), an Alpha and a Rogue cannot date. It is forbidden. Impossible. Cannot be. And yet, we cannot ignore our cold prince’s pain.

The rainstorm he’s been raging over us is proof that Violet’s fall from grace has hit him the hardest. And I do mean hardest, because while we may not be inside that brooding head of his, his powers are making sure we all take part in his suffering.

Alaric, darling, we get it—you’re in agony. But must our wardrobes suffer too? Some of us have new designer heels that don’t respond well to constant soggy grounds.

Think about it, my poor couture gowns, my exquisite heels, my perfectly styled hair, all ruined by your emotional turmoil. So, this is a direct plea to Elsie Lancaster: Queen Bee, do your job.

Comfort the Lightning Prince. Soothe his broken heart. Or, if you can’t do that, find a way for him to patch things up with his Purple Storm, so the sun can peek through the clouds for once more.

Seriously, I needto stunt in my latest collection, and I cannot do that in this depressing weather. So spare us from these umbrella-unfriendly days, one less Alpha in your collection can’t hurt.

Rise of the Rogue Queen

Now, onto the real jaw-dropper of the week, let’s talk about the newest title circulating on Moon Feed.

Yes, you heard that right. The title of "Rogue Queen" has been floating through the halls like the latest fragrance, and it has settled itself firmly on Violet Purple’s rebellious little head.

shadows after rejecting all four houses, think again. Violet isn’t just surviving, she’s

time ever, the West House and the South House are at blows. One that

Why, you ask? Simple.

team Violet all the way. Which means our favorite conniving snake, Roman Draven, is paying the price. Asher and Roman have always been as close as blood brothers, but not anymore. Not after the fox’s little shenanigans at the bonfire last

does our defiant little Rogue Queen do in response? She gives Roman

new black, darlings, because she took a page out of theclassic rebel handbook and gave that expensive ride a once-over in

this girl. She might not have actual balls,

needsto tell our queen bee to brace herself.The Purple Storm is out of the ranking system, but that means no rules. Elsie Lancaster better watch her back, because a rogue with

Where’s Our Puppet Master?

Where,

Alpha has vanished from the scene. Is he mourning the

faraway place. Because the last thing

A Cry For Mercy

our dear Lightning Prince, a little bit of sunshine is all we ask. We sympathize, we understand, we mourn your heartbreak, dear Alaric, but must we do

As always, I’ll be watching (and sipping tea) to bring you the juiciest updates. Until next time, keep your claws sharp and

The Oracle.

she finish reading the latest Moon

was really pushing

had the gossip-loving menace dared to order her around like she was some lap dog, but now the entire school had joined in the chorus, summoning her like some weather-controlling deity to fix their

How. Dare. They.

one who decided who rose and who fell, and no one—especially not some faceless gossip columnist—was

teeth as she scrolled through the comment section, the post increasing her

you, fix this rain.

pain, but do we all have to suffer for

Queen Bee, right? Then let

at this. Those ungrateful bitches

to end this miserable downpour, it should have been her decision. She would have basked in their praise, their gratitude,