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.

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

Roman.

inside her like an inferno, and Violet whirled

his posture rigid."This is not my doing!" he barked

didn’t flinch. Instead, she studied him. While the rest of the class looked shocked or horrified at the content of the video, Roman

churned. "But you knew about it, didn’t you?" she

jaw clenched. "It was a bonfire party, and the three of you—" He

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

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

turned cold. If the video was from Friday night, why had it been exposed now? Why not immediately? Clearly, this was

just a random leak but had been posted through a blog, one owned by Nicole. And there it was an

at once

storm off in search of that backstabbing witch, only

"Violet, don’t —!"

touch me!" Violet shoved him off,

snarling. "You were the one who requested this ceasefire so I’d let my guard

no idea it was recorded. I only wanted

you see there’ll be no peace." She stated it like

time. Her glance shifted toward him, and he met her eyes with a pleading