Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Point System

Violet stormed down the hallway in huge strides, as if the devil himself were right on her heels. Given what she'd just experienced, he might as well have been. Not even the time she was nearly choked to death rattled her as much as that weirdo did. And the worst part? He hadn't even done much. Yet somehow, that little bit was enough to make her realize she'd made a colossal mistake coming here.

He didn't do much after calling her, what was it again? Purple flower? Ugh. What did he think she was? Some helpless damsel in distress? But it was his next statement that really sent ice through her veins.

"Trust me, I can't wait to see you in bed too."

With that, he left, but the chill he left behind clung to her like frost. Worse, it was the way he'd looked at her—hungrily—as if she were covered in thick, mouthwatering chocolate, and he couldn't wait to sink his teeth into her.

Yeah, no. That was definitely not happening.

It was probably nothing, Violet tried to tell herself. Just a bored, psychopathic alpha getting a thrill from seeing a helpless human on her knees or something. But no matter how hard she tried to brush it off, a nagging feeling gnawed at her insides. There was something at play here. Something she wasn't fully aware of, but could feel it.

After all, what were the odds that she'd bump into a guy who turned out to be a thief, then got manhandled by another, only to meet the last creepy, disturbingly handsome one in quick succession? This wasn't just a coincidence; it felt orchestrated. Her instincts, honed by years of surviving in rough places, screamed that something was off. And deep down, she knew.

Surely, applications to this school were approved by the administration, not students, right? Because if students had any say in who was admitted, she was royally screwed.

Violet shook her head to dispel the thought. What was she even thinking? Of course, the principal approved the applications, not random students. And she was about to meet that very principal. The one who had read her very COLORFUL application form.

A blush crept up her cheeks at the thoughts. At least now, she might finally learn why she'd been accepted even though her submission had been... far from ideal.

By the time she reached the principal's office, Violet's neck was throbbing with a hot, angry pain. She had been rubbing that spot for a while now, it was too painful to ignore.

She knocked on the door and heard a "come in." from the inside.

Principal Jameson's office was a world apart from the cramped, cluttered space Violet had known at her former school. It was so spacious, she could easily imagine spreading a bed and still having enough room to go about her duties.

The decor was sleek and polished, giving off an air of sophistication. The desk, positioned at the center of the room, was immaculate. Only a name tag, a modern laptop, a small flower pot, and a few neatly stacked files occupied the surface. Compared to the document chaos of her old principal's office, this was the epitome of order and elegance.

Principal Jameson was quite a stunning woman and she smiled up at her as soon as their eyes met. "Welcome, Violet....." her expression faltered the next seconds when she saw the angry red mark.

In the twinkle of an eye, the principal had shot up to her feet, closing the space between them with horror etched on her face.

"Who did this to you?" she demanded, her voice laced with concern.

For the first time since she arrived, Violet felt a spark of vindication. Finally, someone was going to do something about that brute.

Without wasting time, Violet narrated the whole encounter, precisely describing the red-haired werewolf in detail, but as she spoke, she noticed the principal's expression shifting from anger to something far more unsettling: fear.

"You mean Griffin Hale did this to you?"

"Griffin Hale? Is that his name?" she asked. It was quite a nice name.

"Miss Purple," the principal began, her tone far more cautious, "I understand you're upset, but what happened was likely just... playful roughhousing. Things here are different from your former school and while it can get a bit intense, but it's all in good fun."

At once, Violet's expression shifted, her fury boiled over. Playful roughhousing? He had nearly killed her!

"Principal Jameson, Griffin Hale nealy —" She was about to argue, but there was something in the principal's eyes, a flicker of fear or perhaps a silent warning that made her pause.

Unwilling to clash with the school authority on her first day, Violet swallowed her retort, but not her anger. If the principal wouldn't pursue this matter, then one way or another, she would take matters into her own hands and make sure that red-haired brute paid.

Although Violet had no idea how she would get revenge against a creature who could snap her in two, she would find a way. She always did.

"I'm sorry you had such an awful experience, Miss Purple, but trust me, the boys aren't always like this. Just think of it as a guy pulling on a girl's ponytail to get her attention." Principal Jameson said.

In that case, Why don't they pull your ponytail as well? Violet wanted to retort but managed to calm herself.

"Yep, through your matchmaking skills," Violet quipped inwardly.