Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146: Sugar And Money

Violet carefully carried Kitten Roman back into the makeshift makeup room, treating him with the kind of reverence one might offer royalty.

And knowing Roman, he expected nothing less. Even in feline form, he still managed to exude an air of smug entitlement, his fluffy tail flicking lazily as if he was entirely unbothered by the situation.

She placed him gently on the table and stepped back with her arms crossed. Golden human eyes met green cat eyes, the intensity of the stare-off feeling almost ridiculous. If anyone had walked in right now, they’d assume she was having a psychic conversation with her pet.

Violet sighed, breaking the silence first. "What would it take for you to behave out there?"

Kitten Roman let out a throaty growl in response, his tiny body vibrating with irritation.

And yes, that was a no.

Although Violet could not understand cat language, her short experience with her former cat, Stray, had taught her the subtle nuances of feline moods, and right now, Roman was in full-on you betrayed me, human mode.

"Yes, I know," she placated. "This isn’t what we agreed on. But I saw an opportunity, and I took it. You can’t blame me for being a businesswoman." She shrugged, as if it was the most logical thing in the world.

Roman promptly barked in her face.

Okay. He did blame her.

Violet exhaled, rubbing her temples. "Fine. Here’s the deal. I dress you up, you go out there, behave, and make me some cash. In return, I’ll owe you one favor."

She lifted a finger before he could make a sound, his ears having perked up. "But there are conditions. You can’t harm me, can’t ask for anything that gets me in trouble, and no sexual favors. None of that creepy alpha bullshit, are we clear?"

A low, rumbling snarl vibrated from Kitten Roman’s throat instead.

Violet arched a brow. "Oh? You don’t like it?" Her lips curled into a knowing smirk. "Maybe I should just leave you here, then. Babysitting duty is over. I’m sure you’ll have tons of fun running around alone until sundown. Just you, the big wide world, and all the students looking for a stray cat to entertain them." She sighed theatrically, turning on her heel.

Kitten Roman let out an immediate hiss of protest.

Violet paused, her smirk widening. "Thought so." She turned back, placing her hands on her hips. "Alright. Meow three times if you agree to my terms."

There was silence at first. Then—

"Meow. Meow. Meow."

A victorious grin spread across Violet’s lips, with her golden eyes sparkling and practically reflecting money signs as she looked down at the grumpy green furball. This was perfect. Roman was going to make her rich.

Overcome with joy, Violet grabbed one of his tiny paws and bumped it against her fist. "Yes! That’s how we roll, partner."

Still buzzing with excitement, she playfully rubbed his ears, pinched his cheeks, and ran her fingers over his velvety snout. "You’re so adorable," she cooed.

Kitten Roman merely blinked at her, his green eyes half-lidded in mild suffering. Fine, fawn over me all you want, woman, he thought smugly. He had what he wanted anyway, one favor, owed by her, and she couldn’t back out now.

Satisfied with their agreement, Violet got to work dressing him, pulling out the small black tuxedo they had ordered for him. The tuxedo was a ridiculously well-crafted piece made of sleek satin with a crisp white undershirt peeking from beneath the neatly folded lapels.

It’s tiny gold buttons gleamed under the soft light, and the little bowtie at the collar gave it an extra touch of aristocratic charm.

As Violet maneuvered around him, a ridiculous thought popped into her head right at that moment. Was his err... reproductive equipment the same as a normal cat’s?