Defy The Alpha(s)-Chapter 773: Get Out Safely

Laura and Layla could finally see why Lunaris Academy was to die for. While the outside world was in chaos, the students of the academy were busy partying.

Partying.

Could you believe that?

On the bright side, it made things a whole lot easier for them. There was practically no one at the South Alpha House — only the house prefect, dozing off happily, and a few drunken students who had wandered off to the restroom downstairs to do goddess-knows-what, while others had retreated to their rooms. Not surprising. Early birds.

It wasn’t difficult to break into Roman’s quarters. The apartment on the fourth floor smelled of stale air, as though no one had set foot in it for a while.

Laura and Layla didn’t remove the cloak until they were certain there was no one else inside, checking every room before relaxing even a fraction.

When they were sure everything was secure, Laura lifted the veil.

"Alright," she chuckled, flopping onto Roman’s ridiculously soft bed and bouncing once. "That was way too easy."

She let out a low whistle. "Damn. These alphas are living in luxury way more than we do."

"Laura," Layla warned with a tight voice, "we came here for a reason. The sooner we finish this and get the hell out, the better. Now get off the bed."

Laura rolled her eyes but slid off anyway. "Oh, come on. You’re usually the one jumping headfirst into stupid ideas. Why are you so wound up right now?"

Layla, already rifling through Roman’s desk, whipped her head around. "Because anything can go wrong in the blink of an eye, and I won’t relax until we’re safely out of here. You get that."

"Fine," Laura said, then muttered under her breath, "and here I was thinking we could sneak into the party and have a little fun before leaving."

Layla rolled her eyes in exasperation. How Laura could act this careless at times was beyond her. Ignoring her completely, she turned and headed toward Roman’s walk-in closet.

Laura followed after her, only for her eyes to widen at the sea of clothes Roman Draven possessed.

"I knew these guys lived a luxurious life, but seeing it with my eyes is still unbelievable," she muttered in disbelief as she came into the walk-in closet that looked more like a private boutique than a storage space.

Soft lighting glowed from recessed panels, casting a warm sheen over everything inside. Roman’s clothes were arranged by type and occasion, each section flowing seamlessly into the next.

Nearest the entrance hung his uniforms and tailored suits each wrapped in thin protective covers. Then followed by his jackets and shirts — silks, satins, and finely tailored button-downs in rich colors. Deep burgundies, emerald greens, midnight blues, crisp whites. Some were boldly patterned, while others were cut just tight enough in a fashionable way most men wouldn’t dare put on. But Roman Draven wasn’t most men, and everything looked good on him.

His trousers were folded carefully and arranged by shade and style, while the shoes claimed an entire wall — polished leather, expensive loafers, and sleek boots, each pair designed to turn heads. Every one of them spotless, positioned like they were waiting to be worn.

Accessories were impossible to miss. Watches were displayed in open cases lined with velvet, each one gleaming with extravagance. Rings, chains, cufflinks, and signet pieces were all laid out in separate trays, with some engraved and the others simply ornamental.

Even with his absence, Roman’s expensive cologne mixed with the clean fabric lingered in the space.

Laura scratched the side of her face. "There’s so much of his stuff, we can’t even tell which one is most personal to him. What if he only wears his clothes once and changes them every day?"

Layla snorted. "That’s plain stupid, Laura. No matter how rich someone is, they wouldn’t waste resources like that."

...Or would he?

The thought only made things more confusing.

In the end, Layla sighed. "I think we might as well grab as much as we can. Any item Ziva senses should do the work. If it works for her, then good." Her voice carried a note of frustration.

Initially, they had planned to take only the smallest, most minimal item from Roman Draven’s quarters, careful not to leave behind any sign of a break-in. But at this point, the plan had changed.

Just like that, they pulled out the folded bag they’d come with and began stuffing it with whatever of Roman’s belongings they could get their hands on — shirts, accessories, anything that might still carry his presence.

"Ooh, look at this," Laura said, sliding open one of the wide pull-out drawers fitted with glass fronts. Inside, Roman’s underwear was arranged with the same indulgent care as the rest of the closet.

She plucked out a pair of sleek briefs, stretching the fabric lightly between her fingers as she inspected it.

"Okay," she said with a low whistle, "I see what Violet sees in these men. Our sister is a very lucky bitch."

"Show some respect, Laura," Layla muttered, snatching the brief from her hand and stuffing it into her bag. "Nice choice though." She winked at her.

Laura smirked. This was fun.

They didn’t stop there. Laura slipped into the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush, satisfaction curling through her at the thought. If anything carried Roman’s DNA, it would be that.

It didn’t take long after that. When they were finally done, both of their bags were heavy with Roman’s belongings. By the time Roman — or anyone else who bothered to visit — noticed, they would assume it was a break-in. The idea that his DNA had been stolen for a ritual Ziva refused to explain would never even cross their minds.

"I wish we could do this again." Laura said excitedly as they stepped back into the living room.

No sooner had the words left her mouth than she froze.

Layla did too.

Someone was standing in the middle of the living room.

And it hit them both at once — they had taken off the cloak of invisibility.

It was Abel. Roman’s Beta.

For a heartbeat, no one moved. Abel stared at them in stunned silence, his gaze dropping to the bulging bags slung over their shoulders. A low growl rumbled from his throat, his muscles bunching as his body coiled to strike.

Thieves.

Layla recognized the warning immediately. She lifted her hand and released a spell that struck Abel square in the chest, sending him crashing backward.

"Run!" Layla shouted.