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?"

wins the Alpha heir title and marries Elsie Lancaster,

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

manipulated your way

be honest, Violet was a bit flustered. Was this what people thought

just one, but four of the most powerful werewolves to

still clinging to Alaric and Roman’s arms like they were hers. And indeed they were. So she

Tonight, all that mattered were three things:

Lila along. The girls knew Lila would hover around Violet like a buzzing fly and intentionally pulled the Fae guardian away to give Violet her moment with

in this ballroom. But then again, who was she

have this." Roman handed her a glass

"Roman," she said with dramatic emphasis, "are you trying to get

word, and I’ll happily get into your pants any day, any

garden for

Alaric interjected, "Definitely not here." He was silently scolding Roman for that last

head back and 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

imagination changed. It was no longer Roman in the garden. It was Alaric. They were seated on a bench, and she straddled him, tracing that same Adam’s apple with her lips and teeth, drawing a sinful groan from his throat as she rocked against

Violet?" Alaric snapped his fingers in

you okay? You looked lost