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?"

Asher wins the Alpha heir title and marries Elsie Lancaster,

you just a passing scandal, or do you see yourself as a long-term choice for one or more of the

you respond to claims that you’ve manipulated your way into

this what people thought

most powerful werewolves to ever live. Now that she thought about it, it did sound a little "greedy." Well, that wasn’t her fault. Her men chose her. People would just have to live

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

care. Tonight, all that mattered were three things: the

their thing, but not without dragging Lila along. The girls knew Lila would hover around Violet like a buzzing fly and intentionally pulled the Fae guardian away

parents, unlike Roman and Alaric, who remained at her side, unmoving. It was a bit concerning though, considering their own families were probably somewhere in this ballroom.

have this." Roman handed her a

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

do that. Just say the word, and I’ll happily get into your pants

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 thighs and venturing higher

halt when Alaric interjected, "Definitely not

in a single gulp. It wasn’t the alcohol tolerance that caught her attention, rather it was the way Alaric’s

bench, and she straddled him, tracing that

Violet?" Alaric snapped his fingers in

genuinely concerned. "Are you