Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 773

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?"

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