Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 371: Help Jameson

"I’ve had enough fires for one day! So no! Whatever this is..." Jameson gestured to Roman, seated smugly on her desk, "I am not interested in it. You guys had the opportunity to contain this commotion but kept quiet. So yes, I do not need you!" She was ranting at this point.

But Roman, unbothered, raised a brow. "You don’t need our help even if it would save your ass?"

She scoffed. "There’s no saving my ass. The Alpha King’s Beta is minutes away from calling me, and I’m sure as hell it’s not about some briefing. King Elijah’s already heard the news and the testimonies your parents gave will have filled his ears by now. He’s going to fire me..." Jameson didn’t even realize she was chewing on her nails now. "I’ve had the feeling for a while." She looked down, caught herself, and pulled her hand away.

Jameson was a mess. She looked like she had aged ten years in one day. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, her hands trembling. Roman nearly felt sorry for her.

"Nearly" being the word.

She had profited off this school for as long as he’d known her. She knew all the cracks and dysfunctions and kept silent. Now that everything was falling apart, she was suddenly a victim? Nah. Scratch that. Zero sympathy.

"You should listen to us," Griffin said, fingers drumming against the chair arm with that calm, calculating expression he must’ve inherited from his cardinal brother, Asher. "Even if you’re fired, shouldn’t you leave with your head held high? What better way to go than solving the mess you helped create? It’d look great on a résumé for whatever school’s desperate enough to hire you next."

Jameson paused, then turned to Ashley. "How many minutes left till the Beta’s call?"

"Fifteen minutes."

Jameson turned back to the Alphas. "You have ten minutes for this conversation."

"She said fifteen," Alaric pointed out.

"I need the extra five minutes to fully brace myself. That’s four minutes left now by the way. So chop chop, talk turkey."

Griffin glanced around the room. "We need privacy."

Ashley frowned. "But who’s going to answer the calls?"

True to her words, the phones were still going berserk.

Roman called, a lazy smirk playing on his

blue eyes, and instantly all the phone lines sparked violently. They

he’d done all the work. "I

is admin work, dummy," Alaric replied with

be stuck in the office all day like you,

you two to behave,"

the childish bickering and turned to her staff.

twice, they bolted, grateful to escape the room they’d been trapped

as the doors shut, Jameson

do not use that tone

the life out of these animals. God,

smiled sweetly. "Help me out, would

this? Some great opening speech? Ease her into the plan gently? I mean, this is usually Asher’s forte, and I’m not like that

did Asher

cut in, putting an end to

just getting to it." Roman threw his hands up

fast. "Are

Roman replied with a straight face. "If I was fucking you, you’d know. I mean, there’d be lots of screaming, moaning and

while both Griffin and Alaric

that’s not helping. I’ll shut up now." Roman

dawned on Jameson, and she began to laugh. A long,

known," she rasped. "This

don’t know what you’re talking about," Roman replied, far

right?" Alaric said dryly to Roman. "We don’t know

man for himself,

didn’t think he’d say this, but they truly

Now he wants to create a fifth house for Violet Purple to rule

call it love," Roman