Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151: Fashion Murder

A piercing scream snatched Violet from her peaceful slumber, jolting her awake like a gunshot in the dead of night. With her heart pounding, she shot up in bed, blinking rapidly as she struggled to remember where she was.

Right. Her dorm.

Before she could even exhale in relief, another scream sent a shockwave of panic through her.

Shit.

Violet leaped off the bed, adrenaline pumping through her veins as she rushed toward the source of the chaos.

When Violet burst into the hallway, she was met with the sight of Ivy collapsed on the floor, her face drained of all color, and her body trembling as she muttered under her breath, "I hate snakes."

A crowd had already formed, drawn in by the commotion. Some students whispered among themselves, others peered over shoulders to catch a glimpse of the scene. Violet scanned the area, but there was no sign of an actual snake anywhere. The hallway was normal, save for Ivy, who looked like she had just seen death itself.

"Hey, what happened?" Violet crouched beside Ivy, gripping her shoulder. She could feel her friend stiffen beneath her touch like a board.

Ivy tried to speak, but the words lodged themselves in her throat. Finally, she managed to choke out, "Roman, he...."

Fuck.

That was all Violet needed to hear.

She had woken up to an empty bed, which meant that slippery bastard had already left. And if Ivy looked this traumatized, that could only mean that Roman had made his grand exit in snake form.

Daisy and Lila arrived at that exact moment, panting slightly, eyes flicking between Ivy—who looked one scream away from cardiac arrest—and Violet, whose expression looked two seconds away from murder.

"What the hell happened?" They asked in unison.

Violet took a deep, calming breath before answering, her voice flat with irritation. "Roman happened."

"Oh"

Daisy and Lila instantly understood.

Violet clenched her jaw. That asshole. Instead of coming after her directly, he had gone for her friend. And why? Because he knew that would piss her off more.

And it worked. Violet was pissed.

By the time they dragged Ivy back to their dorm and gave her some water, she had mostly calmed down. Her fingers still shook slightly around the glass, but at least she could speak properly now.

"I’m okay now," Ivy said, brushing off the concern. "It just... happened so suddenly, and I wasn’t ready. That’s all."

Although Ivy’s tone was casual as she tried to wave it off, Violet wasn’t fooled. Ivy was proud, and Roman had reduced her to a screaming mess in the hallway. That was something she wouldn’t forget.

Violet sighed, "I’m so sorry. This is my fault." She apologized, guilt eating at her.

"That’s no fault of yours," Lila said firmly with her arms crossed and her voice laced with righteous fury. "Roman Draven is an asshole. Final."

"Well... we did provoke him first with the Kitten Roman show," Daisy said pointedly.

Except that was the wrong thing to say in that situation as three pairs of eyes snapped toward her like sniper rifles locking onto a target.

Daisy shrank in her seat. Shit. Bad move. If looks could kill, she’d be buried six feet under by now.

Before they could fully roast Daisy alive, Lila suddenly perked up, remembering something.

"Oh right, Violet! This is for you!" She reached out and pulled out a big ribbon-bound package, shoving it into Violet’s hands.

Violet blinked, taking it with confusion. "What’s this?"

"One of the students found me on my way back and asked me to give it to you," Lila grinned. "Said it’s from your boyfriend."

Violet’s eyes widened. "Alaric?" she whispered.

As if on cue, her phone beeped. Her stomach did a flip as she picked it up and discovered it was a message from Alaric.

"Alaric sent me a text," she announced.