Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417: New Quarters

Before Violet even knew it, Principal Jameson was already there, arms wrapped around her mate Griffin in a hug.

"Get off him!" A snarl left Violet’s throat before she could stop it.

The words were sharp enough to startle the few students near the front, while Jameson in question flinched in surprise, quickly releasing Griffin as murmurs began to circle through the crowd.

Everyone stared to see what would happen, but then, Jameson turned to the press with a breezy laugh, her voice woven with charm. "Fated couples, so adorably possessive, aren’t they?"

The students burst into laughter, and the press ate it up like starved piranhas. Their camera shutters clicked faster now, casting Violet Purple in the flawless role of a fierce, territorial mate.

Jameson, clearly milking the attention, added with a grin, "I’d hug you too, Violet, but I wouldn’t want Griffin tearing off my head. Not that I’m any threat to your bond, of course. But I understand, I was quite the beauty in my day." She finished with a dramatic pose.

Was this woman seriously kidding her?

While everyone else found the scene hilarious, Violet didn’t find the situation amusing one bit. Her expression was caught between a grimace as she fought the very real urge to reach out and deck the principal square in the jaw.

Sure, Jameson looked good, but it was only because she tried too hard. The woman wore heels high enough to make her look like a giraffe and probably slept in a vat of night cream.

But still, Violet had to give credit where it was due: at least she didn’t touch her. That might’ve ended badly for both of them. Well, one of them. Lucky Jameson.

Thankfully, her roommates Daisy and Ivy took the opportunity to engulf her in a hug. A moment the media gleefully captured. Couldn’t someone get some privacy around here?

"Thank God you’re safe," Daisy said.

"You don’t know how worried we were," Ivy added.

"I know. I’m so sorry," Violet murmured, hugging them tighter. She missed them terribly.

"Don’t apologize. You didn’t ask to be kidnapped," Ivy said gently.

Still, Violet couldn’t help but notice someone was missing.

"Where’s Lila?" she asked.

"Long story. But we can dive into that after we escape this circus," Daisy said, shooting a look at the crowd of gawking students.

"If we ever get out of it," Ivy muttered with a chortle that sent a chill through Violet. "You won’t believe the changes Jameson’s made."

"What changes?" Violet asked, dread already forming in her gut.

As if summoned by Violet’s anxiety, Principal Jameson took the spotlight again. "Now, we wouldn’t want to exhaust our fated mates too soon. It’s time for Violet and Griffin to retreat to their quarters. All interviews will commence tomorrow."

"We didn’t agree to any interview," Griffin said firmly.

"Oh, darling, you’re fated mates. Interviews are just the beginning," Jameson replied sweetly.

"Great," Violet muttered, her hand instinctively touching the mate rune on her neck, a gesture instantly immortalized by flashing cameras. Goddess, this was a nightmare.

"The East House has been prepared for both of you. So chop chop, lovebirds. The media wants to capture the moment for posterity. This is history in the making." Jameson looked unreasonably proud of herself.

Violet’s expression shifted instantly. Her eyes narrowed. "What do you mean the East House has been prepared for both of us? You mean Griffin, right?"

Jameson laughed it off. "You’re fated mates, silly. According to Academy rules, bonded pairs stay together. Your belongings have been moved to Griffin’s quarters. Your friends’ things, too, to ease your transition."

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