Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: A Place Alone

Holy creator of the universe.

Violet’s head spun as she finally grasped the reality of the situation. Alaric Storm was kissing her. Not just anywhere, but in front of everyone. Even the elites seated above them.

Fuck.

Reacting instinctively, Violet pulled back abruptly, her eyes locking onto Alaric’s. Her heart was pounding wildly as she stared into his gaze, trying to make sense of his actions.

Violet was not going to lie, she had somehow hoped that the time they had spent together hadn’t been meaningless to him. That it had meant something. Even if a bit. But this? This was far beyond anything she had dared to imagine. Hence, she needed answers.

So her eyes searched his, looking for any sign this might be some sort of game or that he had ulterior motives. But to her surprise, Alaric’s gaze was pure. There was no hidden agenda, no trace of doubt. If anything, his eyes seemed to sparkle with something genuine. They were filled with admiration, perhaps even affection.

Fuck her life. He wasn’t ashamed of her.

Something inside her snapped. Without hesitation, Violet stood up abruptly, grabbed Alaric’s face, and crashed her lips against his in a hard kiss. Alaric groaned, his hands gripping her waist as his tongue feverishly sought hers.

The dining hall erupted into chaos as the noise reached a deafening crescendo with students screaming, cheering, and pulling out their phones to capture it. Cameras clicked and flashes illuminated the scene as photos and videos of the two spread like wildfire. But Violet and Alaric didn’t care. They were completely engrossed in each other, oblivious to the spectacle they had become. Let the world watch for all they cared; it didn’t matter.

Yet, the crowd’s reaction was a blend of disbelief and exhilaration. Despite the fact that many students didn’t like Violet, they couldn’t resist the drama. It was straight out of a fairy tale, after all. The brooding, untouchable Violet and the charming Alaric Storm, the Lightning Prince? The audacity of the romance was intoxicating.

As usual, Lila, ever the enthusiastic supporter, let out a shrill whistle and clapped loudly.

"Go, Violet!" she yelled, grinning from ear to ear despite the public display of affection happening right in front of her.

Ivy, on the other hand, looked as though someone had slapped her. Her jaw dropped so low it was a miracle a fly hadn’t flown in, although hygiene standards in the Silvered Court would never allow it. After all, she was the least person to believe that Violet would be able to land herself a catch such as the lightning prince.

Daisy blushed furiously at the sight, trying hard not to stare at the couples too much.

However, not everyone shared the enthusiasm. From the elites’ table upstairs, Elsie’s eyes narrowed, her expression darkening with fury.

She gripped her spoon so tightly it bent under the pressure of her werewolf strength. Grace who was seated beside her swallowed nervously, her eyes darting between Elsie and the warped utensil.

The two other elite girls in Elsie’s table witnessed it as well and shifted uncomfortably in their seat. Elsie would be furious through out the whole day and undoubtedly take it out on them.

Meanwhile, Natalie, seated alone at her table, glanced down at the scene with mild amusement.