Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Committing A Crime

Daisy paced back and forth, practically vibrating with anger, and all that was missing was literal smoke curling from her ears.

Violet eyed her warily. "Daisy, I think you should calm down—"

"No! Don’t tell me to calm down!" Daisy snapped, rounding on her immediately.

She thrust her face close to Violet’s, rage crackling in her eyes. "We are outcasts, Violet! Rogues. They branded us like we’re diseased!" Her voice cracked with frustration. "We’re already this close to falling apart from all the bullshit they’re putting us through, and you—you—made it worse by bringing Roman Draven’s car here?!"

For once, Ivy decided to intervene. "Daisy, I think you should really take a deep breath and try to —"

"Don’t you dare tell me what and what not to do with my fucking breath!" Daisy whirled on her too, totally losing it.

"Look at where we’re living!" she shouted, her voice raw. "Take a good fucking look at our current living situation!"

She gestured wildly at the rotting porch, the faded, peeling paint, the way the storm-beaten house still looked like it might collapse at any second. The decrepit shack is definitely looked better on the inside than the outside.

"We lost everything! And while we’re trying to salvage what’s left, you bring trouble straight to our doorstep? Is this your big, master plan for revenge? Is this how we take down Elsie? How we fight the whole system?"

"No, it’s not." Violet’s voice rose to match Daisy’s intensity, her temper finally snapping. "This is my personal revenge against Roman Draven, the asshole who lied to me, deceived me, and put us through this bullshit!"

She sucked in a breath, her chest heaving.

"It’s petty. But it’s a start."

Daisy seemed torn, her shoulders slumping as if she didn’t want to be swayed by the idea. "He’ll take his revenge," she said warily.

"No, he won’t." Violet’s voice brimmed with certainty. "He could’ve chased us the moment he saw us driving away, but he didn’t. He knows he messed up. Maybe in his twisted logic, he thinks letting me run off with his car is punishment enough."

Daisy stared at her, like she was trying to figure her out, dissect the way her mind worked. Then, after a long pause, she admitted, "I don’t understand you. You should be scared. These guys—" she gestured vaguely, "—they might look human, but they’re not. They’re dangerous. They smile, but they do it with teeth, with blood still dripping from their last kill. And yet, you’re not afraid.

"You tangle with them like a human playing with lions." Daisy shook her head, disbelief in her eyes. "What gives you that kind of confidence, Violet Purple?"

For the first time, Violet didn’t answer right away.

Her gaze became distant as her mind drifted somewhere else, somewhere far darker.

Then, quietly, she said:

"Because I’m not afraid of death."

Daisy stilled.

Violet continued, "Because there are worse things than having your throat ripped out by one of them. Worse things than dying."

She took a slow breath.

"Because there are worse things like waking up and wondering when your next meal is going to be. Like staring at the future and seeing nothing but darkness. Like knowing that no matter what you do, you might end up just like all the others who came before you."

Her eyes darkened. "So worrying if a spoiled Alpha brat comes after me? That’s hardly terrifying."

A heavy silence fell, Violet’s words sinking in. Then, without warning, she stepped forward, cupping Daisy’s face in her hands. Daisy tensed under the sudden closeness but didn’t pull away.

"You followed me because you believed in me," Violet said earnestly. " And I swear— I swear by whatever law binds my people—"

"I don’t think it needs to go that far," Daisy cut in uneasily, flashing on all the Fae legends she’d skimmed.

Fae were bound to their promises. What if Violet doesn’t fulfill it, what repercussions would come to her? She wouldn’t want her to be in such a situation.

But Violet stayed firm. "No. This is my promise to you. We will rise again, and I’ll make sure you never regret following me."

"O-okay..." Daisy said at last, clearly unsure what else she could say.

A slow, mischievous curve formed on Violet’s lips. "Besides, I can practically see your thoughts spinning in your head right now, and I think I know exactly how you feel."

Daisy narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"Oh, really?"

Violet’s smirk widened.

"Really."

She then began to spin the car keys in her hand, her wicked smile growing by the second. "Alright, Lila, take the food out of the car."

Lila, already having an inkling that whatever the princess was up to would be entertaining, hurriedly cleared the food from the backseat. The amount they had grabbed was ridiculous, so she had to work fast, stuffing bags into her arms while Violet and Ivy took their share. Daisy, ever the grumbler, reluctantly helped.

They worked at lightning speed, all of them moving in sync, as if they had done a heist before. In mere minutes, the seat was emptied, leaving only the luxurious, Roman Draven-owned car sitting in front of them, drenched in rain and waiting to be returned.

Violet grinned devilishly. "Now, the right thing to do is return the car," she said with mock sincerity.

The girls nodded slowly, watching her suspiciously.

"But," she continued, bending down and scooping up a handful of wet, muddy earth, "the right thing doesn’t necessarily mean bringing it back in one piece."