Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 236: Being Different

"Thank the lord the rain has stopped." Ivy remarked, gazing out the window.

Violet turned her head toward the window, gnawing the inside of her cheek as she stared at the gloomy aftermath.

The sky was still an angry gray, thick clouds rolling sluggishly, but at least the relentless downpour had ceased. Puddles lined the roads, with mist curling at the edges of the trees, and the scent of wet earth clung to the air like a ghost.

Throughout the weekend, Violet had tried reaching Alaric so that she could explain herself over her recent actions but his phone remained off, unreachable.

It left her with nothing but an anxious restlessness to the point she had even considered throwing caution to the wind and going to his house or lab, bracing for whatever punishment might follow. But then, she remembered the deal with Roman.

The deal was clear as day. No unnecessary attention. He expected her to keep a low profile. Unfortunately, showing up without special invitation at the North House would undoubtedly make a scene and violate the agreement.

So Violet had swallowed the urge, just like she had swallowed Daisy’s frustration over making a deal without consulting them.

But even the hot-tempered Daisy, had relented after considering the facts. Revenge against Elsie was sweet, except none of them had the kind of protection she did. All thanks to a certain Alpha.

If Elsie couldn’t retaliate against her, she would go after them. And despite Violet’s bravado, she wasn’t sure she could protect them all.

"mostly" was the

cafeteria since Sunday, sticking to fruit that Lila had secretly grown with her magic in their backyard.

many other trees she had grown to survive and draw attention. Lila had made it clear that her identity was to kept secret by all means. A warning

avoid

want you to fall. They

at least say she’d tried for peace, so that

into this rogue mess, it was safe to say she

Werewolf Anthropology and Culture," Ivy

"Ivy, everyone here has Werewolf Anthropology

shrugged. "All the more reason to

their belongings, the girls set off from their shack on foot, the boots they had gone for squishing against the damp ground. Though the rain had

conversation that lightened their trek and intentionally avoiding

busier the roads became with students heading toward the school ground, some in small groups, some alone, and the elites ones

usual, and Violet could feel their gazes sliding over her and her girls, assessing, questioning, and dissecting. But that was all they did. No one stepped forward to start trouble, which probably meant Elsie was keeping her part

Anthropology and

it was taught by Mr. Radcliff, the racist prick, as they not-so-secretly