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.

Silver Glade. Except this was no ordinary scandal, no simple humiliation,

Roman.

an inferno, and Violet whirled toward him,

posture rigid."This is not my doing!"

at the content of the video, Roman seemed merely caught off guard, as though he

churned. "But you knew about it,

party, and the three of you—" He slanted a look at Griffin, "—weren’t

truth hit Violet hard. She hadn’t been careful, not that night. One moment, she’d been trying to apologize to

now, thanks to that slip, the entire school had a front-row seat to her moans and to Alaric and Griffin’s hands on her body. Even with the darkness of the night, there was no mistaking her hair, her voice, nor that of

was from Friday night, why had it been exposed now? Why not

just a random leak but had been posted through a blog, one owned by Nicole. And there it was an article titled, "The Truth About the Purple Whore" glaring back at her, bold

dawned on her at once

Violet sneered, bitterness clawing at her. She spun around to storm off in

"Violet, don’t —!"

shoved him off,

his face, snarling. "You were the one who requested this ceasefire so

I had no idea it was recorded.

see there’ll be

and he met her eyes with a pleading gaze. But Violet wasn’t in any mood for gentle persuasion.