Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 241: Broken Queen - 1

Everyone has a moment—right before disaster strikes—when the world still feels intact. That perfect second where the floor is steady beneath your feet, and the storm has not swallowed the sky yet.

Then, the ground shifts and the fall begins. And while some falls are silent, others echo like a war cry.

Violet had always known she was walking a precarious line here, balanced between defiance and destruction. She had played the game, danced at the eye of the storm, believing she could command the chaos instead of becoming consumed by it.

But the thing about storms is that they don’t ask for permission before they strike. Neither do the walls stop the world from watching when they finally collapse. And they did fall.

The wolves smelled blood. The everwatchful vultures of Lunaris had waited for a single crack in her armor, a moment of weakness—anything to rip her apart. And here it was, gift-wrapped and displayed for all to see.

One video.

One reckless moment, twisted into the proof of the one thing she’d fought so hard never to be: the daughter of a whore.

Like mother, like daughter.

The words had not yet been uttered, but she could already hear them being whispered in the hallways, sensed them winding their way into the next scandalous Moon Feed article, felt them shaping on sneering lips as they watched Violet Purple’s downfall.

Checkmate.

"Violet..." She heard Lila mention her name, and when her gaze slid up to hers, there was concern and pity there. Her protector looked at her as if she was the sparrow whose nest had been raided at dawn.

Violet’s heavy petting with Alaric and Griffin at the bonfire in Silver Glade. Except this was no ordinary scandal, no simple humiliation,

Roman.

Violet whirled toward him, her eyes blazing. "You did

darkened, his posture rigid."This is

shocked or horrified at the content

knew about it, didn’t you?"

and the three of you—" He slanted a look at Griffin, "—weren’t exactly discreet. Anyone

hard. She hadn’t been careful, not that night. One moment, she’d been trying to apologize to Griffin, and the next,

seat to her moans and to Alaric and Griffin’s hands on her body. Even with the darkness of the night, there was no

Friday night, why had it been exposed

posted through a blog, one owned by Nicole. And there it was an article titled, "The Truth About the Purple Whore" glaring back

her at

She spun around to storm off in search of that backstabbing witch, only for Roman to grab

"Violet, don’t —!"

touch me!" Violet shoved him off, her eyes sparking

the one who requested this ceasefire so I’d let my guard down, and then you both set out

swear I had no idea it was recorded. I only wanted you

cold. "Well, now you see there’ll be no peace." She

spoke up this time. Her glance shifted toward him, and he met her eyes with a pleading gaze. But Violet wasn’t in any