Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Caged

"Don’t feel pity for me," Micah suddenly said, his voice rousing Violet from her thoughts.

"W—what?" She stammered, caught off guard.

"You heard me," he replied evenly, his piercing gaze fixed on her.

Violet snorted, trying to appear casual. "Who said I feel pity for you? Everybody goes through shit."

But Micah’s stare didn’t waver. It was as though he could see straight through her words, unraveling her pretense effortlessly. His unblinking intensity made her fidget.

"Okay. Fine." Violet threw her hands up. "No pity. You could die right now, and I wouldn’t care," she said, her face deadpan.

For a moment, there was silence. And then Micah burst into deep, genuine laughter that echoed through the room. His reaction was so unexpected that Violet found herself laughing too, her snark dissolving into genuine mirth.

However, the levity was short-lived.

They caught each other’s gaze and the laughter subsided as if realizing their role as teacher and student — not that the line seem to mean anything at Lunaris Academy. Nonetheless, both of them straightened in their seats at the same time, composing themselves.

Micah cleared his throat awkwardly, breaking the tension while Violet was the first to speak.

"So," She began, "how does this counseling thing even work? Are you actually a certified counselor?"

"No," Micah said bluntly.

Violet’s brow arched. "Are you kidding me right now?"

"Why would I choose a career that involves listening to students whine about their girlfriends not being good at giving head? Or their boyfriends cheating on them with their backstabbing best friends? Or how their parents are going through a divorce case? Or a secret solution to an infection they don’t want to get from the pharmacy because they’re too scared someone will find out? Or how they wish they were you, the purple-haired witch who’s apparently screwing all four of the cardinal alphas—"

"Alright, alright!" Violet interrupted, raising her hands to halt the tirade. "I don’t think I need to hear more!" She was nearly traumatized by his ranting. That was way too much information.

Violet eyed him cautiously. "For someone who’s supposed to be a counselor, it seems like you’re the one who needs therapy. That was a serious off loading."

Micah mused over it. "Probably. But that’s not in the budget."

Violet rubbed her temples, groaning softly. "Nobody in this school is normal at all."

She opened her eyes to find Micah watching her, his expression amused but guarded. Unable to help herself, she asked, "Is this how you perform your counseling sessions? By ranting to every student that comes around?"

"Not really," Micah replied with a shrug. "You’re strangely the first to actually sit down and talk with me. The others who come here already know what I can do and they’re just looking for a quick fix."

"Quick fix?" Violet repeated, her tone sharp with disbelief. "Oh, you mean the part where you sleep with students?" The bite in her voice was impossible to miss.

"Judge all you want, purplehead," Micah said, "But I’m a necessary evil. And for the record, I’ve never forced anyone. They offer themselves willingly, and it’s not like I don’t give them rest in return."

"Rest?" Violet echoed skeptically.