"Guess whose car we’re giving a new makeover!"
Elsie’s nails dug into her palm as she watched the video playing on her phone.
Although her features remained carefully blank, the cold fury rolling off her was enough to freeze a room.
On-screen, the cara focused on Violet’s
smirking expression, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief.
Then, as if unveiling a great spectacle, the cara angle shifted, revealing the absolute disaster that was Roman Draven’s once tallic green, once-expensive car.
Elsie’s jaw tightened.
Violet, in all her petty, reckless glory, grinned as she confird the obvious.
"It’s Roman Draven’s car, of course!"she sang, breaking into a laugh filled with nothing but bold, unapologetic amusent.
One of her friends, the edgy blonde with the short-cropped hair snickered beside her, capturing the horrific state of the vehicle from different angles. Thick layers of mud coated the once-luxurious paint job, turning it into an unrecognizable ss of brown and filth.
Violet sighed dramatically."We just think the green is too... gaudy for the guy." She tapped her chin in mock thought. "I an, co on, he’s got green hair, green eyes, and now he drives a green car, too? What is he trying to do—move to Greenland?"
Lila lost it. The cara shook as she cackled like a lunatic.
"Tell us if you like the new color in the comnts, guys!" Violet cooed, blowing a playful kiss at the phone’s cara.
Behind her, her other two roommates burst into laughter, cheering as they continued their masterpiece of destruction.
The video showed Violet stepping forward, gathering another handful of wet, sludgy mud, and slowly saring it across the windshield in broad, ssy strokes.
The girls whooped and cheered.
"Give it to him, Rogue Queen!" Lila encouraged, capturing every single brazen move.
As if putting on a show for the cara, the pretty, long-haired one suddenly piped up with an audacious smirk.
"I wish I had a dick, I’d take a piss on it."
The two other girls whooped with crude delight at her announcent. Violet, still dragging her mud-caked fingers across the vehicle, laughed with them, but then her eyes sparked with an even better idea.
"I think I have sothing better."
Elsie’s fingers tightened around her phone as Violet knelt in front of the car, pressing her mud-drenched hands against the hood like an artist preparing her canvas. Then, as bold as ever, she began to write Letter by letter. Stroke by stroke.
As the cara zood in, Elsie watched in utter disbelief as the words ca to life across Roman Draven’s ruined, mud-coated car.
"SUCK MY P*SSY"
The girls scread with laughter, so of them doubling over from the sheer audacity of it.
"That would make a nice little design for his car, don’t you think?" Violet quipped, stepping back to admire her handiwork
More howls of laughter echoed from behind the cara. The one with the short blonde hair practically gasped for air, while the longer haired blonde had to hold onto the brunette’s shoulder to keep from falling over.
Behind her screen, Elsie’s vision turned red. This was a new level of disrespect from Violet. An open mockery of Roman, a cardinal alpha, made by a rogue, for all to see. The audacity of them all.
Unable to stomach any more, Elsie force-closed the video, her entire body trembling with unbridled fury. Then, before she could stop herself...
"FUCK!!"
Her furious scream shattered the silence of her room, at the sa ti she hurled her phone onto the sofa where Roman had been sitting quietly all this while.
The nerve of that girl was beyond anything she’d imagined! Violet Purple had gone too far and she had to bury her this ti!
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Elsie cursed again, storming back and forth across the room like a furious animal. Her fingers curled into claws, a sign that she was losing control over her wolf form.
"I am going to crush that little bitch!" she seethed, her voice venomous. "She thinks being a Rogue is fun? She thinks she can make a joke out of this? How dare she try to downplay her situation! And to think—" she spun around with a wild glare, "—she had the nerve to steal your car and—"
Elsie stopped mid-rant and her fury took a backseat to sheer disgust because Roman Draven wasn’t even listening to her. Instead, the green-haired bastard was seated on the couch, licking his own hand and rubbing it over his face like an actual fucking cat.
Her nose wrinkled in disgust.
Roman’s long fingers were curled in a way no human’s should, and he dragged it down his face, his posture lazily feline. And the reason wasn’t hard to figure out.
His eyes were slitted like a cat’s as a result of the lingering side effects of his recent shift. Roman had turned into his cat form before coming here, and now he was stuck in the after-effects like so deranged house pet.
"Are you fucking kidding ?!"Elsie shrieked, her rage renewed in full force.
She stomped over and towered over Roman with her eyes blazing as she thundered.
"How many tis have I told you to stop doing that disgusting shit?"
"I’m sorry," Roman mumbled, dropping his arm. "But I already told you—I can’t control it when it’s like this—ow." The last word slipped out involuntarily.
A fucking ow!
Elsie’s lip curled, and she spat at his feet, her contempt radiating. "Then maybe you shouldn’t have shifted before coming to see ."
Roman let out a low sigh. "I already said I’m sorry."
Elsie shook her head, disappointnt clear in her eyes. Then she leaned in, her stare drilling into him as she clasped his face. "You want to be your queen, don’t you?"
"Of course." Roman replied, "I don’t want ours to be a forced union, Elsie. I want you to choose . To want ."
For a fleeting second, Elsie’s expression softened, almost like she was touched by the sentint. Then, without warning, the warmth vanished like it was never there.
Her eyes turned cold and her nails dug into his chin, sharp enough to sting, as she hissed,
"Then stop disgracing ."
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