Alpha Rebellion

Chapter 641: CBack Soon, Roman

Violet had no idea what to expect when she walked into the pixies’ home. She thought there would be skind

of structure or something, anything to show she’d crossed into their world. But the moment they stepped

through the barrier, nothing seemed to change.

It was still the sforest. If anything, it seemed like the pixies hadn't built a kingdom at all. They had simply

claimed a piece of the forest as theirs.

And right in the middle of it all, was still Roman lounging on a couch made entirely of blossoms, looking far too

comfortable, as if he'd just been crowned their king.

Violet wanted to walk over and drag him out of that flowery throne herself, but it seemed far too easy. And if the

Fae had taught her anything already, it was that nothing in this realm ever was easy. There was probably a ward

around him, or ssort of charm waiting for her to rush in. She was no idiot.

If she wanted Roman intact, she had to play this smart. If it didn’t go well, well then, rest assured she would

erase them out of existence. Violet kept that thought in her mind.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long.

The pixies darted around them in blurs of color and laughter, trails of golden dust shimmering in the air where

they passed.

On any other day, Violet might've thought them adorable with their tiny faces glowing with mischief, and bright

eyes filled with innocent curiosity. But today, all she saw were little predators with glitter for claws.

Lila was the one to speak first, "Show your respect to the Princess."

A chorus of gasps and squeals filled the air, the pixies’ voices overlapping in a dizzying harmony that made

Violet's head spin.

"Ohhh," one of them exclaimed, clasping her tiny hands together. "Look at her! The princess of two worlds finally

graces us!"

Another cin close, circling Violet's head with wings. "Her hair! It's black—no, purple at the ends! | heard she

plucked it straight from the night sky!"

"That's ridiculous," a third argued, her voice tinkling like a bell. "I heard she’s half beast! Does she snarl when

she’s angry? Go on, princess, show us your fangs!"

The others giggled, spinning and swooping in a blur, their laughter both charming and maddening at, once.

"She doesn’t look like a beast," said another with coral-colored hair. "More like a doll. A soft one."

"But fragile things break so easily," a blue-winged pixie whispered with mock innocence, brushing past Violet's

cheek.

Their high, rapid, voices overlapped until Violet could barely tell who was speaking anymore. The pixies didn’t

take turns to talk, instead they sang over each other, their curiosity so intense it bordered on insult.

Violet realized they weren't scared of her. They thought she was fragile? She? Fragile?

At once, when a group of them flew too close, Violet bared her teeth, flashing the very fangs they'd been so

curious about.

The effect was instant.

The pixies shrieked tically, their high-pitched squeals echoing through the air as they scattered in a flurry.

Tiny wings beat furiously as they clung to one another, their faces twisted in comical horror before going to hide

behind Ruman as if he could save them from their wrath.

One of the pixies peeked out from behind his leg, whispering, "She does have fangs!"

A low growl rumbled from behind Violet.

It was Asher.

Even without turning, she could feel the coiled tension in him. The way he shifted his weight said he was getting

tired of their games. She had to do something before the puppet master took matters into his hand - it never

ended well.

She stood tall and announced, "I am Violet Purple, your princess, and I'm here to take back my mate you stole."

"Stole?" a tiny gold-haired pixie said, flying close enough for her glow to touch Violet's face.

"He cto us willingly. We only kept him because... well, he’s delightful company." The pixie’s smile widened,

all sugar and teeth. "But if you want him back, Princess, you'll have to pay a price." She giggled, like this was a

treat.

Violet's glare cut through the laughter. Left to her own devices, she would have snatched the little thing and

dizzy her until she learned srespect. But this was Fae territory, and Fae customs mattered. So she kept her

hands to herself, cooling the heat behind her eyes into a slow, dangerous calm.

"Of course, | know that," Violet said confidently, "And that which is why | demand a trade."

At once, the gold-haired pixie perked up, her wings flaring with giddy excitement. "A trade? | love a trade!"

"As do we!" chimed the others, their high, musical voices overlapping. "We love a trade!"

Violet exhaled in relief. At least this was going according to plan.

Then Lila stepped forward, opening the golden box with deliberate care. The moment the lid lifted, the air

seemed to hum.

Gasps rippled through the pixies.

The golden-haired one clasped her hands over her mouth, eyes glimmering with awe, while the others who dared

to hover closer nearly swooned midair.

"It's beautiful," one breathed.

"No, divine!" cried another.

They circled the box like bees around honey, their wings shedding flecks of dust. The pearls reflected in their

wide, glittering eyes like twin moons caught in pools of starlight. Seven reached out tiny hands as if to

touch, trembling with longing.

Violet watched the hunger bloom on their faces, their mouths parting in reverence.

"Yes," she thought wryly, eyes narrowing just slightly. "Take it already."

Violet was tired of this already. Her patience, stretched thin, was about to snap.

Just as the gold-haired pixie reached for the necklace, she snapped the box shut.

Violet blinked. "What was that for?" she asked, exasperated.

The pixie’s lips curved into a smug smile. "You trade with the queen’s gift, not yours. It’s not costing you a

thing."

"What?!" Violet's voice rose, echoing with disbelief.

"Perhaps," the pixie added with morbid satisfaction, "to make it easy, you can have your mate by day... and we'll

have the serpent at night. We love the cute serpent after all."

That did it.

Violet's nose flared, fury igniting beneath her skin. Her magic stirred within her, ready to strike. Behind her,

Asher, Alaric, and Griffin's reactions mirrored hers, the air charged with growls and the boom of thunder across

the sky. Why play words when they could crush these tiny pests with ease.

But then, something clicked in Violet's mind. Her expression shifted as a slow, dangerous smile curled her lips.

"You're right," she said.

The gold-haired pixie blinked, startled. "I'm right?"

"Yes," Violet replied smoothly, "We'll make that trade."

At once, her mates erupted.

"Violet—"

"Absolutely not—"

Asher grabbed her arm, his eyes blazing. "Don’t even think about it."

Violet turned to him, calm yet firm. "Do you trust me?"

Asher’s jaw tightened. He didn’t like this one bit. But when he caught that spark in her eyes, that fierce glint of

confidence, he exhaled slowly and released her arm.

"Fine," he muttered darkly. "But if this goes south, I'm burning this whole damn forest down."

Violet's smile deepened. "Fair enough."

Lucen whispered behind her, "Don’t offer your blood. They love powerful things."

"I have this handled." Violet said to him.

"So what is it, Princess?" the gold-haired pixie asked eagerly, "What do you trade?"

Violet smiled sweetly. "You can keep a piece of him forever."

The pixie gasped, her entire body glowing brighter, wings fluttering madly. "A piece?"

"A piece! A piece!" the chorus of pixies echoed in shrill excitement, spinning mid-air like children at a festival.

"Yes," Violet said smoothly, her tone honeyed, and confident.

"Deal!" the golden one squealed, her grin wide.

"Deal," Violet repeated, her smile curling into something far more cunning.

"What part of him do we keep?" the pixie pressed, anticipation making her glow even brighter.

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"There," Violet said, holding the strand between her fingers. "You keep what you love." Her voice hardened. "And

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Roman stumbled to his feet, woozy but free of enchantment. "You traded a piece of me?" he croaked.

"Relax, queen," Violet replied dryly. "You've got plenty of hair left."

Before he could argue, Griffin slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Let's go, your highness.

Before they decide to keep your scales too."

As they made their exit, the pixies swarmed behind them, tossing glittering dust like confetti. One of them even

shouted, "Cback soon, shiny snake!"

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