Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Mattew 7:7

Violet stood in front of the restroom mirror, staring blankly at her reflection. The tap ran on, cold water spilling over her hands, but she barely noticed. Her mind was a million miles away, still trapped in the whirlwind of what had just unfolded in that classroom.

She had escaped, mostly unharmed. Her scalp still tingled where Griffin had gripped her hair, but it wasn’t the lingering pain that unsettled her. It was the emotional vulnerability she had shown.

Her golden eyes seemed to stare back at her accusingly. "You cried," they seemed to say.

Violet couldn’t believe she had let that happen. Crying in front of Griffin Hale? The brute of East House? It was almost laughable if it didn’t make her stomach twist with unease.

And yet, Griffin’s reaction had been...unexpected. After her emotional breakdown, all he had done was apologize. The sincerity in his voice still echoed faintly in her mind.

"You are right," he had said regretfully. "I was a coward for facing you when Asher should be the one I should be interrogating. But don’t worry, I’ll surely get the truth out of his mouth one way or the other."

And then, like some holy knight delivering a grand promise, he’d added with unwavering determination, "In case you ever need my help, or need to move into another house, don’t hesitate to come to me. I’ll fight for you and will be happy to welcome you into the East House."

The memory of his words made Violet scoff quietly, water still running over her hands. Holy knight? You have got to be kidding me.

Griffin might have played the role of protector in that moment, but she wasn’t about to start seeing him as her savior. Still, she couldn’t deny that his demeanor had shifted drastically, almost disturbingly so.

But what bothered her more than Griffin’s sudden turn was the look Alaric Storm had given him before they left. That cold, distrusting glare.

Violet shuddered, her spine tingling as she remembered how the Lightning Prince’s sharp eyes had lingered on her, as if dissecting her very existence. It was crystal clear that Alaric didn’t like or trust her. Not even a little bit.

Well, he’s right not to.

Violet shut the tap off abruptly, gripping the edges of the sink as she took a deep breath. Her reflection stared back at her, showing eyes red and puffy from crying.

Violet bit her lip, hating herself for not having any makeup to hide the evidence. There was no way she could walk into her next class looking like this. The last thing she needed was for anyone to think she was a crybaby. She wasn’t weak.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a stall door creaking open. Violet’s head snapped up as a girl stepped out with an air of confidence that practically radiated off her. From the elegant sway of her hips to the sweet, almost intoxicating scent of her perfume, Violet instantly pegged her as one of the bluebloods, the wealthy elite that dominated Lunaris Academy.

And if there was one group Violet avoided like the plague, it was the rich and entitled.

The girl walked up to the mirror beside her, placing a small designer bag on the counter with practiced grace. She unzipped it, revealing an arsenal of makeup accessories that gleamed like treasure under the fluorescent lights.