Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 355

Chapter 355: Three... Four Flavors

Violet blinked slowly at that comment. Until now, she hadn’t realized how pitiful Elsie’s life was, how badly she needed to belittle someone else just to feel important. Nice try, though. But her efforts felt like the desperate flailing of an animal at the brink of death.

So, with a smirk at the corners of her mouth, she faced Elsie, her eyes glinting under the ballroom lights.

"Almost? Sweetheart, I walked in and the room adjusted to me." Violet continued, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "You tried your best, but next time, maybe let your dress do the talking, and not your desperation."

"Burn!" Roman intentionally coughed under his breath.

The gesture drew Elsie’s attention toward him, and her hurt expression said it all. She felt betrayed by him of all people.

When Elsie turned to Violet, her face was pure venom. She said through gritted teeth, "You think you’ve won, but rejoice not. You’re only a replacement. There have always been others before you. Lucille tried, and look how she wandered off. And you’re not even half as crazy as her."

Violet narrowed her eyes as Elsie continued raving. "What do the boys tell you? That they’ll protect you? Do they whisper those sweet promises as they fuck you? Oh, how naive you are. You’re not even a werewolf. You don’t know our ways. You have no idea what you’re getting into. Enjoy what little semblance of power you think you have because outside these walls, you’re nothing but a speck of dust I’ll crush."

But even with all the threat pouring in, all Violet said was, "How do you crush dust? Does that even make sense?" she asked with a straight face.

Her nonchalant attitude and sassy mouth clearly got to Elsie. The other girl looked like she might murder Violet then and there. Roman quickly interfered, "Alright, that’s enough." He pulled Violet to his side protectively.

Elsie saw the gesture, and then she laughed. A long hallow that spoke of her loss. For a moment it looked like she had finally lost her mind.

Of course, there were students around who had seen everything, and obvious supporters of Elsie as they began whispering:

"Poor Elsie. I feel so sorry for her."

"She must feel horrible."

"I said it from the start, Violet was up to no good. She intentionally targeted the Cardinal Alphas. What a bitch."

"This is why you don’t allow children like her. She’s definitely following in her mother’s steps."

"What mother’s step?" a voice suddenly said, and Violet’s eyes widened as she recognized it.

She turned, and her breath caught, not from the excitement of seeing Nancy, but fear. Fear of something worse.

Nancy’s heels were clicking like gunshots on the floor, her expression stormy, and her aura loud as she approached Amanda Rayes. Of course. Violet rolled her eyes internally. It just had to be Amanda who whined her mouth.

Nancy didn’t even look at Violet. Her full attention was on Amanda now, who, to her credit, looked like she was just realizing she’d poked mama bear with a lipstick-covered twig.

"What mother were you talking about?" Nancy asked, her voice dangerously low. It was the kind of low that made everyone close by to shut up. "Say it again. I want to hear it clearly this time."

Amanda’s bravado evaporated instantly. "I—it’s not—I didn’t mean it like—"

Nancy cut in like a blade. "You didn’t mean it like what? Like dragging my daughter’s name through the mud to score cheap clout? Like running your mouth without a brain to back it up?"

Amanda stammered. "I-I mean, I was just—"

Nancy stepped closer. "Just what? Gossiping like a lonely little rodent because no one’s ever said you had potential? Or are you still mad Violet turned out better than you ever will? You want to compare future? Fine, let’s do it, because clearly you don’t have one."

"Dear lord," a woman nearby gasped, clutching her chest.

Amanda was trembling now, but Nancy was just warming up.

"I don’t play those slick, underhanded games you rich people love. I fight out loud and dirty, honey . You come for my daughter again, and I swear, I will dig into every dirty little skeleton hiding in your designer closet, and I’ll host a fashion show on them. Don’t test me, sweetheart, I’m saved, not soft."

And that was it.