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.

"If you don’t mind, Alpha Henry, perhaps we could continue this conversation in my office?" she offered

shot her down without so much as a pause: "Apologies, but I have

exactly what was coming. His father 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 worthy of one day taking over

changed

he had no time for the principal, Alpha Henry sure knew

long strides came to an halt when he caught sight of Elsie approaching. Flanked by her mother, Caroline, and her perfectly coordinated elite squad, Elsie moved like royalty on a parade. Their matching outfits

course, he loved attention and the little display

could reach him, a voice

"Incoming! Look out!"

expected anything to touch him — much less strike him —

He turned lazily, only to catch a

Pop!

face and dripped down his

almost musical. Elsie stopped so hard her heels nearly skidded. Caroline’s mouth hung wide open, and the elite girls gawked like dolls knocked off

across 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

could so much as snarl, a flash of

so sorry!" Violet practically sang, eyes wide with dramatic

at his drenched shirt with her handkerchief, which only smeared the sticky mess around and made it ten

his fury snapping loose as he reached toward her with a dangerous glint in

he could grab her, someone else stopped him. And it was no one other than his

hallway stilled at