Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Evil With Finesse

"Hey, Purple whore!"

Violet turned just in time to see a ball flying straight at her. She barely had time to flinch before the ball smashed into her face, her head snapping back from the force. The sting of pain flared instantly, and she felt warm blood begin to trickle from her nose.

What was supposed to be just a regular P.E. session quickly turned into the perfect setting for Jasmine and her lackeys to thrive, turning sports time into their personal playground for tormenting her.

"Would you look at that? It flowed out like ketchup!" Someone mocked and laughter erupted around her.

Her bullies were practically in hysterics, their sharp and mocking voices sounding like nails scraping a chalkboard.

Violet’s vision swam for a moment, but her anger burned the pain away. She saw Jasmine with her smug smile, so proud of herself for humiliating her. Oh, no, not today.

Violet wiped at the blood with the back of her hand, glaring daggers at her bully and nemesis. Without a moment’s hesitation, she lunged for the ball that had fallen to the ground.

Grabbing it, she locked her eyes on Jasmine, who was still laughing like the witch she was. Then with all her strength, Violet hurled the ball straight at her.

The dull thud of the impact was deeply satisfying as Jasmine’s laughter was cut off abruptly, and replaced by a high-pitched screech, like a turkey being slaughtered for Thanksgiving. Call her a psychopath but the sound of her pain felt oddly thrilling.

The ball hit Jasmine square in the face, and Violet watched in delight as she stumbled back, her hand flying to her now-swollen eye.

"How does a taste of your own medicine feel, bitch?" Violet shouted, her voice filled with venom and dark gratification as she watched the bully clutch her face, her eyes watering.

But before the purple haired girl could savor the moment to her heart’s content, she heard a shout of rage. Anisha, one of Jasmine’s lackeys, grabbed a ball, her face contorted with fury and threw it sharply towards her.

Violet saw it coming and managed to dodge it, her heart pounding, except it wasn’t over. That was just the beginning.

It wasn’t just Anisha. One by one, all of Jasmine’s lackeys grabbed the balls, their expressions set with vengeance. Jasmine had never been one to fight with honor and her foolish followers were her prototype.

They hurled them at her, each of their throws filled with anger and with the intention to hurt her.

However, she was not a quitter. Violet did her best to fight back, ducking and weaving, grabbing balls and throwing them as hard as she could. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

She got a few hits in, enough to make some of them yelp in pain and her heart to leap in joy. But there were too many of them. It wasn’t long before Violet was overwhelmed.

The balls came at her from every direction, each one hitting her arms, her stomach, her back. Violet gritted her teeth against the pain, refusing to give them the satisfaction of hearing her cry out...

The only difference between her old school and Lunaris was that Jasmine and her lackeys fought dirty, but the elite students at Lunaris? They did so with finesse. Every jab was carefully thought out, every taunt cloaked in faux civility, and every act of cruelty served with a thin veneer of elegance.

To be honest, Violet had always thought of herself as fit but it seems she had been kidding herself all along. She was not prepared for this kind of punishment. But no matter how poor her efforts seemed now in the face of this challenge, it still was something compared to how the others were faring.