Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 315: Henry Wants Violet Punished

It had barely been a few minutes since Alpha Henry arrived at Lunaris Academy, and Asher was already at the end of his rope.

"Why are students running around like wild animal? This is an academy, not a playground," Alpha Henry muttered as he strode beside his son.

"Because it’s Parents’ Week, and they’re happy to spend time with their families," Asher replied flatly.

"And? Can’t they do it with some order?" Henry scoffed. "This school’s gone downhill since our day. Maybe I should write to the Alpha King and suggest replacing that human principal. It’s about time someone from our own ranks took charge. Someone who actually understands how to lead."

Goddess help me, Asher groaned inwardly. The man hadn’t even been here a full minute, and he was already plotting how to drain the joy out of the students. If not, take over the whole academy.

Asher was still mulling over how to survive the rest of the day with his father when Principal Jameson appeared, smiling brightly as she approached.

"Alpha Henry," she greeted with the kind of warmth meant to charm, clearly ready to extend a handshake.

But Henry didn’t so much as glance at her. He walked right past without a bit of acknowledgement.

It was no secret that Principal Jameson’s power only stretched as far as the walls of her little school. Everyone knew she bent over backward to please the visiting parents, desperate to curry favor wherever she could. So, even with the blatant snub, she pasted on a tight smile and hurried after him like a determined sycophant.

"Alpha Henry, I must say, it’s a pleasure to have you with us today," she tried again, voice bright with forced cheer.

All she got was a disinterested, "Hmm," as Henry kept striding forward like it was the wind speaking behind him.

Jameson kept pace, intent on getting his attention. "If you don’t mind,

so much as a pause: "Apologies, but I have

intended to meet with the West House members, under the charming pretense of "addressing" them. But Asher wasn’t fooled. This was all about sizing him up, testing his leadership, and judging whether he was still

changed after

a man who claimed he had no time for the principal, Alpha

Elsie approaching. Flanked by her mother, Caroline, and her perfectly coordinated elite squad, Elsie moved like royalty on a

lips. Of course, he loved attention and the little display suited his ego

just before Elsie could reach him, a voice

"Incoming! Look out!"

— much less

to catch a water balloon

Pop!

and dripped down his

hung wide open, and the elite girls gawked like dolls knocked off balance. Even Asher stood like a

Henry’s face that period was nearly comical. At first, his expression was just blank, right before crumbling into a mix of disbelief and pure, seething rage. He had never

clenched into fists, but before he could so much as snarl, a flash of purple hair zipped

my gosh! Alpha Henry, I’m so, so sorry!" Violet practically sang, eyes wide with dramatic

waiting for permission, she frantically dabbed at his drenched shirt with her handkerchief, which only

guttural growl rumbled from Henry’s throat, his fury snapping loose as he reached toward her with a dangerous glint in his

could grab her, someone else stopped him. And

stilled