Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: Rivals On A Narrow Road

Violet decided right then and there that she hated her newfound popularity. As she and Lila walked toward the elite bleachers, a chant suddenly erupted from somewhere in the crowd.

"Purple Storm!"

At first, it was just one enthusiastic student, but soon another joined in. Then another. And before Violet could even process what was happening, nearly half the students in the bleachers were chanting the moniker the Oracle had so kindly gifted her.

She fought the urge to groan. Violet had never been good with fame, and she certainly wasn’t prepared for this level of attention. She kept her expression calm, walking forward as if the noise didn’t bother her, but her insides were twisting in discomfort.

"Do something!" Lila nudged her arm intentionally, her wide eyes and barely contained grin making it clear she was enjoying the spectacle.

Violet shot her a sharp look. Do what? her expression seemed to say.

Lila simply shrugged with an unhelpful grin that said, Not my problem.

Left with no other option, Violet turned to face the crowd. Plastering on a smile, she raised her hand in a small wave and the reaction was instantaneous. Deafening cheers erupted with students yelling her name even louder. She was sure she even heard someone scream, "I love you, my Purple Storm!"

Violet’s cheeks burned hot with embarrassment, and she quickened her pace, hoping to get to the bleachers and out of the spotlight as soon as possible. But Lila walked beside her with a smug, knowing smile, clearly amused by Violet’s discomfort.

"I am definitely opening that Moontagram account for you," Lila said with a triumphant smirk.

Violet glanced at her, her lips twitching into a smile, not because she found Lila’s words funny or because she was flattered by the cheering crowd. No, her smile came from the one thing that actually made her excited: the potential money she could milk out of these fools.

She could already see it in her mind, sponsorships, promotions, maybe even brand deals. She might not care for fame, but she did care about being rich.

And God, she couldn’t wait to roll around in those cash.

But in the end, it turned out not everyone was into her. The shift in energy was immediate as a student suddenly stood and began chanting, "Elsie Lancaster!"

As expected, the chant gained momentum and soon enough, Elsie’s fans roared her name until the cries of "Purple Storm" faded into silence, swallowed entirely by the sheer volume of support for Elsie.

Elsie Lancaster, ever the dramatic queen, rose gracefully from her seat at the front row, exuding arrogance and elegance in equal measure. With a smile that could rival royalty, she blew a kiss to her adoring crowd.

Theatrics, Violet thought with an eye roll.

It was just as Elsie relished her moment of glory that Violet approached the elite bleachers. Violet didn’t spare Elsie a single glance, walking past her rival with an air of indifference that practically screamed, I don’t care. Without hesitation, she chose a seat at the front row.

Natalie was seated in the middle, although one empty space separated her from Elsie. Violet deliberately sat beside Natalie, sensing that, while she couldn’t fully trust her, Natalie was neutral enough to be tolerated, and perhaps even useful as an ally if needed in the future. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

Violet’s blood boiled at the word ’thing’, but before she could respond, Lila opened her mouth, only to be cut off by Elsie’s condescending tone. "This is the elites’ section. I don’t recall you being one."

The word servant was the last straw for Violet. She began to stand, her fists clenched, ready to give Elsie a piece of her mind. But before she could, Natalie’s hand shot out, gripping her thigh firmly. Violet froze, looking at Natalie, whose gaze said everything: This isn’t the place or time. Think bigger.