Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 354: Roman’s Test

Fame was blinding. And Violet meant it literally. There were so many camera flashes in her face she had to squint. Yeah, she was definitely not turning up bangers in those pictures they just took. Not that that was her problem, considering the questions were coming in like heavy rain.

"Violet Purple, you look dazzling, look this way, please!"

"Violet Purple, who designed your clothes? How much do they cost?"

"Violet Purple! Is it true you’ve officially replaced Elsie Lancaster as the Queen Bee?"

"You’re here with all four Cardinal Alphas, Violet, are you dating one, or all of them?"

"Rumors say you’re living in the Rogue shack. Is this some sort of rebellion against the school system?"

Although Asher had prepared her for this moment, Violet was still stunned by how much these people knew about her.

"Take her, I’ll handle this," Asher said to none of the alphas in particular. But Roman and Alaric were already at her side, each taking one of her arms, while Griffin looked after her roommates. As if sensing they were about to leave, the reporters’ questions turned more heated and desperate.

"Violet, your mother is now with the West Pack. Does this mean you’ll be aligning with them politically and giving up your rebellion?"

"Are you following in Irene Hale’s footsteps? Two husband’s, perhaps four in your case?"

"Elsie’s been preparing for the Alpha Queen role her whole life. Do you think you’re better than her? Is that why you snatched her men?"

Alpha heir title and marries

yourself as a long-term choice for one or more

to claims that you’ve manipulated your way into the spotlight

a bit flustered. Was this what people thought

let it rattle her. People would always talk. Moreover, this was to be expected while dating not just one, but four of the most powerful werewolves to ever live. Now that she thought about it, it did sound a little "greedy." Well, that

and Roman’s arms like they were hers. And indeed they were. So she walked

care. Tonight, all that mattered were

hover around Violet like a buzzing fly and intentionally pulled the Fae guardian away to give Violet her moment

probably somewhere in this ballroom. But then again, who was she to judge, with her complicated relationship with Nancy? She didn’t even know if the woman was still here or had left

have this." Roman handed her a

a brow. "Roman," she said with dramatic emphasis, "are you trying to get me drunk? Perhaps a ploy to get into my pants, is

that. Just say the word, and I’ll happily

she imagined Roman taking her hand and leading her to a secret garden for a bit of kissing—scratch that, lots of kissing. Maybe his hand would slide beneath her gown, past the voluminous layers, tracing the smoothness of her

halt when Alaric interjected, "Definitely not

downed his wine in a single gulp. It wasn’t the alcohol tolerance that caught her attention, rather it was the way Alaric’s Adam’s apple bobbed as

garden. It was Alaric. They were seated on a bench, and she straddled him, tracing that same Adam’s apple with her

to Violet?" Alaric snapped his fingers in her face, rousing her

"Are you okay? You