Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 286

Chapter 286: Hair Fetish

Violet decided she hated the Elites. Not because they were headed by her nemesis Elsie Lancaster but because they were all vain and fake.

Everything about the Luncheon revolved around position, appearance, and who got seated where to maximize matchmaking potential. No discussion about legacy values. No talk about leadership, vision, or growth.

Just which girl best matched which alpha’s bloodline like this was a goddamn dress fitting.

As if that wasn’t already enough, they were soon grouped into their roles, and of course, Violet and her friends were assigned as waitresses.

How predictable.

Now they stood through a long-winded lecture on how to serve, present, smile, speak politely—blah, blah, blah. All of it made Violet’s stomach churn so hard she genuinely considered vomiting. This wasn’t her scene. It was suffocating, nauseating, and downright insulting.

Violet couldn’t take it anymore. She broke away from the group and stormed off—not even when Penelope, their supposedly elite leader, called after her. She needed air, and no one was going to stop her.

And no one did. Not with that murderous scowl on her face.

Violet had no idea where to go. Everywhere she turned, students were gawking at her. It made her uncomfortable. For once, she just wanted to be invisible.

So she kept walking until she reached the back of the school building. Thankfully, nobody was there. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, breathing in deeply.

Violet Purple was obviously stressed. She was planning a Queen Bee’s downfall and juggling four Alpha males. It was bound to take a toll on her.

So she stood there, taking deep breaths in and out until she felt a little better. Everything would work out. It had to go according to plan. There was nothing to worry about.

Steady now, Violet decided to leave, except the moment she turned the corner, she bumped into someone. The force nearly knocked her to the ground, if not for the strong arms that wrapped around her waist.

Griffin Hale.

Violet wasn’t just surprised to have bumped into the East House Alpha, no, she was rendered speechless for three very obvious reasons:

1. Griffin Hale was shirtless, putting all those heavily muscled abs and chiseled glory on display.

2. He was sweating, and not delicately either. He looked like he’d just finished some serious training. Now the sweat slicked across his skin like oil, making him ripe for the taking.

3. His hair was down. That rich, healthy, perfectly red mane fell around his shoulders, making him look every inch like her hot, sexy Viking warrior.

Dear moon goddess.

This guy was her forbidden fruit.

Violet’s fingers began to itch again—like some kind of damned addict—as the urge to run her hand through Griffin’s hair overtook her once more. She grimaced inwardly.

Yep. She definitely had a hair fetish.

Immediately, she stepped back before she did something stupid, already missing the heat of his body.

"Sorry about that," Violet said, her voice a little breathy, her pulse quickening by the second.

"No, it’s nothing," Griffin replied smoothly. "You’re actually the one I was looking for."

"Huh?" Violet blinked in confusion.

Then Griffin ran his hand through that glorious hair and said, "I need your help, actually. Can you help me put my hair into a top knot?"