Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 243: [Bonus Chapter] Dirty Secret

Violet didn’t resist as Micah led her through the hallway toward his office. All she wanted now was to be far away from everyone. So she stumbled along, her breath ragged, as if the air itself was too heavy for her lungs to bear.

As soon as the office door shut behind them, everything came crashing down on her like a collapsing dam and Violet broke down in tears.

She had always thought of herself as strong. That she could withstand anything. But how wrong she was because right now there was a chasm inside her chest, swallowing every last piece of her.

The pain was unbearable. It hurt so much she could hardly breathe. How could he do this to her? Had it been Roman, she could have understood. She had expected it even. Not just Alaric. Not him of all people.

Micah stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, clearly torn between wanting to help and not knowing how to. Sadly for him, whether he liked it or not, he was the school counselor. That meant he had to do something.

"Are you okay?"

He winced the second the words left his lips.

What the hell kind of question was that? Of course she wasn’t okay, dummy! His inner mind chided him.

Violet lifted her tear-streaked face, her expression twisted with agony. "My mother..." she managed, voice quivering. "I— I want my mother..."

Micah blinked. Her mother? His throat bobbed, struggling for an answer.

"Uh—unfortunately, I can’t help you with that right now." He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "It would take hours for her to get to Aster City."

"Your phone," Violet broke in, frustration in her tone. "I lost mine in the chaos." Tears choked her as she tried to speak. "Please, I just need to call her. I need to hear her voice..."

Her eyes—gods, her eyes— were filled with so much pleading Micah felt something twist uncomfortably in his chest.

He quickly reached into his pocket and handed her his phone, watching as her trembling fingers fumbled over the screen, tears spilling and making her vision blur. But despite several mistakes, Violet finally dialed the number, pressing the device to her ear.

up," Violet whispered, voice raw with pleading.

nervously as she tried over and over, and each time,

up? Why wasn’t the call going through? Where was

escaped Violet’s throat—half sob, half scream—before she suddenly threw

a long moment, his lips pressing into a thin

Oh well. Teenagers.

with that later. Right now, his priority was the girl falling apart in

stepped forward and Violet didn’t even refuse him when he gently pulled her against his chest. Instead she clung to him as if he was the

murmuring. "Yes, little one. Let it out.

encouragement seemed to unleash something inside of her. Violet buried her face in his chest, gripping his shirt in fistfuls as she cried

there, saying nothing more, just holding her while she sobbed out the shards of

*********

passed, yet Violet remained sprawled on Micah’s couch, staring up at

finally broke through her

long are you planning

him. Micah was sitting in his chair, munching through a packet of almonds now. Earlier, she’d seen him devour chocolate-covered pretzels, a ham-and-cheese sandwich, a ridiculous amount of spicy chips, and an entire caramel-drizzled

that she thought about it, he ate a lot. Not that

brow. "Tired of my

almond to his lips and chewing obnoxiously loud in the

hide

frowned, crossing her

let it go. Instead he lifted his phone and casually remarked, "If it pleases your highness,

student’s phone

cynicism and continued, "And, for what it’s worth, classes have been canceled for the day. Principal Jameson summoned the culprits to her office and word is she’s tearing them a new

rolled her eyes. "As

authority, half of the bullshit that happened in this