Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: The Pack

"How are you able to eat in this condition?" Lila asked, her fork hovering uncertainty over her plate.

She spent more of her time peering out at the elites that surrounded them. She couldn’t help but wonder what was going through Violet’s mind when she chose this spot. They were like small fishes surrounded by sharks and it was frightening.

"You mean, why shouldn’t I eat in this condition?" Violet retorted, as she continued to eat without a care.

Lila gave her an incredulous look, her brows furrowed as if trying to decipher an alien. "You do know you’re insane, right?"

"Maybe," Violet replied with a casual shrug, shoveling another bite into her mouth. "But at least I’m not weak. And to deal with people like them..." She subtly nodded toward the table where the cardinal alphas sat in all their dominating glory. "You can’t show weakness. The moment they sense it, they’ll pounce on you like vultures on a carcass."

Lila swallowed nervously, her appetite entirely gone. She couldn’t help but glance toward the alphas’ table. Even amidst the din of the hall, they stood out like kings on their thrones, drawing attention without putting effort. The aura around them was thicker, charged with a subtle authority that made the rest of the room feel insignificant.

Thankfully, the dining hall had gradually returned to its usual buzz of chatter as if nothing happened. Although she could still sense their gazes, it wasn’t as intense as before. Especially the cardinal alphas who discussed animatedly amongst themselves.

Violet in question observed their table and it looked less like something offered by a school cafeteria and more like the dining table of a five-star restaurant.

A pristine, luxurious tablecloth adored their table, they had shining gold plates and cutlery, and glasses that seemed far too delicate for casual use. Yep, these guys were in a league of their own.

The food was the real showstopper. Platters of delicacies, steaming and fragrant, were spread out like a feast meant for royalty. Each dish looked meticulously crafted, the kind you’d only see in magazines or at exclusive high-end events.

Violet’s nose caught a whiff of something buttery and rich, her stomach growling involuntarily despite the meal she was eating.

She couldn’t help but wonder if this really was made by the same cook who prepared the cafeteria meals? Or did the alphas have private chefs hidden somewhere, crafting these decadent dishes exclusively for them?

Sure, the food she ate here was leagues better than the garbage her old school served, but whatever the alphas were eating was in a category of its own. And then there was the wine too. Yes, wine. On a school morning.

What kind of school was this, where students casually sipped wine before classes? It was absurd. Yet, at their table, the cardinal alphas embraced the extravagance as if it were their birthright.