Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: When Loyalty Is Questioned

"What are you still standing there for? Get moving!" Elsie barked at Grace, who jumped at the loud command.

Without hesitation, Grace snatched up her phone and began typing, her fingers shaking a little. The outside world saw Grace as lucky since she was Elsie’s efficient and indispensable assistant who managed all her accounts and activities. If only they knew the poor girl lived in pained paradise.

The uncomfortable truth was that Grace was Elsie’s servant who was bound to her by a debt of gratitude and a ruthless hierarchy. Elsie didn’t care about her in the slightest.

Grace wasn’t an elite; she was simply a poor human she had plucked from obscurity. Everything Grace had, the fame, respect, admiration, and wealth, it all came from her. Without Elsie, Grace would be nothing, and both of them knew it.

Before Grace could finish typing, a voice broke through the room. "And you think that’s a good idea?"

Every head in the room, including Elsie’s, turned as Natalie Avax entered the closet with an elegance that could rival any runway model. She moved with effortless confidence, her presence undoubtedly magnetic. Such that even in a space filled with the finest luxury items, she was the one thing everyone couldn’t help but notice.

Elsie’s face hardened into a scowl as she turned toward Natalie, her voice filled with irritation. "I believe I called for you hours ago?"

But Natalie barely spared her a glance, walking past her as though she weren’t worth acknowledging. Her sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in the opulence without a hint of awe.

"Don’t push your luck, Elsie," she said coolly. "I’m not Grace, someone you can order around, and I’m certainly not jobless enough to come running like a dog to its master."

The jab hit its mark, and Grace flinched, her face reddening as she risked a glance upward. Her gaze briefly met Natalie’s before she jerked her head down again, too humiliated to hold the contact.

A muscle twitched in Elsie’s jaw as she regarded Natalie. Natalie had never been an enemy, but she wasn’t a friend either. It was her brazen arrogance that infuriated Elsie the most. As the reigning queen of the academy, Elsie was used to being worshipped, feared, and obeyed. But not Natalie.

And for good reason.

Natalie was an Avax. The Avax family was a powerhouse, tech giants with wealth and connections that dwarfed even Elsie’s. Even the human president and the werewolf king relied on their support.

Nearly every student at Lunaris came from money, but no one matched the Avax family’s clout. Their connections, especially with the underground, made them untouchable. To cross them was a fool’s errand, and Elsie knew better than to try.

"Fine," Elsie said through gritted teeth, forcing a tight smile. "If you were busy, then..."

Her words were an attempt to save face, but inside of her, anger and hatred burned. If Natalie weren’t so rich and untouchable, Elsie would have taught her a lesson long ago.

Natalie, unfazed by Elsie’s attempt at reconciliation, strolled over to the upholstered storage bench where three other elite girls sat, their postures stiff with unease.

"Hello, girls," Natalie greeted them with a breezy wave, her tone light and unconcerned.

The three girls exchanged hesitant smiles and awkward waves in return. They were already aware of the tension between Elsie and Natalie, and it made their presence feel painfully awkward. They buried their faces in magazines they clearly weren’t reading, however, they pretended to be disinterested in the scene unfolding before them.

"So..." Natalie placed her impossibly expensive designer bag beside her, crossing one toned leg over the other, elegantly. "I heard something interesting about you wanting to boycott the Oracle. Please tell me you were just joking?"

She finished with a smile that didn’t touch her eyes, her voice sharp even though it feigned sweetness. The room was silent as

all eyes turned to Elsie, waiting to see how she would respond.

But Elsie’s jaw only tightened, especially as she stared at Natalie, who lounged on the bench like she owned the place.