Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 285: The Mean Queen

If Violet ever doubted Elsie Lancaster’s creativity, today officially cleared that up.

The girl had successfully cornered them in the classroom like a hunter stalking her quarry, her eyes glinting with triumph.

In the mean queenbee’s words, every student was expected to play a role in Parents Week. Not even rogues were spared from that responsibility. They had to make themselves useful one way or another. And she had just found the perfect use for them.

"Why are we even doing this?" Ivy grumbled.

Alongside the other girls they met along the way, they were herded towards one of the halls for the meeting, just as Elsie had said.

"You know this is bullshit. If we don’t want to do a thing, she can’t force us to. We’re not pushovers," Ivy protested.

"Rebellion is what Elsie expects from us. That would give her a reason to strike at us. We won’t give her that pleasure.

Moreover..." Violet leaned in to whisper into her ear, cautious of the girls around them. "If we’re to learn our enemy’s secrets, what better way to do it than to get close enough?"

Ivy looked up at Violet, impressed. "You are good at this."

Violet shrugged it off. She owed all her lessons to life itself. It might have been hard, but it made her who she was. Not to mention, this was a fight against Elsie, she had to be smart enough to see through her nasty strategies.

and they would join them soon. All hands had to be on deck. Not

met with the sight of elite students who were all lined up like swans, ignoring the school uniform and instead wearing pale lavender blouses with lemon-cream skirts that screamed polished pedigree. Every strand of hair was curled in the same style, and every smiling, glossy lip

what this was. As elites, they were putting on a performance for them—reminding them of the leagues between

course, Violet was not one

moment she walked into this hall that this was humiliation gift-wrapped in chiffon and coated in fake kindness from Elsie. A special

is going on

that Daisy and

this a sorority audition or

you’re right on time," Violet said, her gaze following Elsie who walked up to the line of perfect-looking elites, who now took their place as her backup as she stood in front to address

she faced them. "Some of you are here of your own accord, while some of you were specially chosen to assist us with the Legacy Luncheon preparations. It’s a very special event for our alumni families. In that case, only

She would rather stab her own eyes than be here. But of course, the overly eager wannabe "elite"

lingered on her. Smug. Superior. Triumphant.

she continued, "will be simple. You’ll serve as our hands. Some of you will fetch drinks, pass around floral options, arrange name tags, and ensure everything runs like a dream. In one word, you’ll be shadowing us, the actual

tissues should any

blinked. Cry? From what?

interrupted, hands raised in question and drawing everyone’s attention. "So let me get this correctly, you’re making us

all faux innocence. "That

dressed elite girls approached with folders, each one detailing seating plans. Violet was handed one with gold cursive