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?"

the Alpha heir title and marries Elsie Lancaster,

as a long-term choice for one or more of

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

people thought of

not just one, but four of the most powerful werewolves to ever live. Now that she thought about it, it

like they were hers. And indeed they were. So she walked with more

Tonight, all that mattered

but not without dragging Lila along. The girls knew Lila would hover around Violet

somewhere in this ballroom. But then again, who was

have this." Roman handed her a

dramatic emphasis, "are you trying to get me drunk? Perhaps a ploy to get into

need to get you drunk to do that. Just say the word, and I’ll happily get

taking her hand and leading her to a secret garden for a bit of kissing—scratch that, lots

screeched to a halt when Alaric interjected, "Definitely not here." He was silently scolding Roman for

him just as Alaric threw his head back and downed his wine in a single gulp. It wasn’t the alcohol tolerance that caught

bench, and she straddled him, tracing that same Adam’s apple with her lips and

Alaric snapped his fingers

you okay?