Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370: A Stressed Jameson

Meanwhile at Lunaris Academy, the atmosphere in Principal Jameson’s office was absolute chaos. Phones rang nonstop and the scent of strong coffee and fear clung to the air.

Four staffers sat hunched at desks around the room, juggling calls, typing furiously, and barking into receivers. Everyone was speaking over one another, rapid-fire updates flying.

"No, ma’am, the video has already been scrubbed from most major platforms—yes, the school’s legal team is working on the rest—"

"Mr. Avax wants a confirmation his daughter is not being dragged for this."

"No, we cannot confirm who leaked it. That’s confidential—"

Meanwhile, at the center of the commotion, Principal Meredith Jameson stood at her desk, one hand pressed against her temple, the other gripping her phone like it was a ticking bomb.

"Yes, sir, there’s nothing to fear," she said, voice crisp and composed despite the chaos surrounding her. "This is a minor setback. We’ve got everything under control."

Pause.

"Yes, sir. Your daughter is safe. No one in East House has been affected directly. No, she’s not the culprit. We can confirm that."

She glanced at one of her assistants, who gave a frantic thumbs-up to confirm it. Jameson nodded slowly, still speaking into the phone.

"Yes, sir. Yes. Absolutely. No need to escalate. Lunaris remains committed to the safety and integrity of all its students."

Another pause.

"Yes, sir. Thank you for your continued support."

She ended the call with a sharp press of her thumb and exhaled long and heavy.

Then she turned, slowly, as if bracing for the next disaster to erupt.

"Who’s next?" she asked coolly, scanning the room like a general mid-battle.

"Governor Elrick on line four," her assistant Ashley piped up.

"Minister Navarro on two."

"We’ve got two mothers from District Eleven threatening legal action—"

"And the Alpha King’s Beta is on hold."

Jameson felt like fainting.

"Of course he is," she muttered under her breath. She rolled her neck, eyes flicking toward the clock on her wall. It was only 9:17 AM and it already felt like midnight.

Jameson began to question why she accepted this job in the first place because she was close to losing her mind.

She walked briskly toward the center of the room, heels clicking across the polished tile.

"Someone call the legal team and get me a liability shield for the footage. I want full damage control proposals on my desk in twenty minutes."

Then, she paused.

"And somebody tell Elsie Lancaster’s mother to keep her daughter off social media. If she posts so much as a flower emoji, I’m going to wrap my hands around her pretty neck and kill her myself."

And oh, she meant it.

Just as she was about to turn back to her desk, Ashly, her assistant at the far right stiffened. "Principal Jameson, the Alpha King’s Beta says he’s calling directly in thirty minutes. He wants a private briefing."

Jameson closed her eyes for a long, silent second. When she opened them, her expression was unreadable.

"Clear my schedule," she said flatly. "And someone bring me more coffee! And no sugar!"

Signs waved through the air with words like : "Tear Down the Ranking System!",

"Scholarship Students Are Not Second-Class!",

"The Elitist System Is Rotten!",

"We Want Elsie Punished—All of Her!",

"Stop Protecting the Powerful!",

"More Than Just Pretty Wolves Matter!", "Alpha Overreach = Student Oppression",