Breaking the Arrogant Alphas

The Grand Debonair Hall glowed like a golden cage that night.

Crystal chandeliers hung low, throwing soft rainbows over polished marble floors. Velvet curtains framed towering windows, and the air smelled like old money and newer politics.

This wasn't just another corporate banquet.

This was a Debonair-hosted, country-level spectacle.

A place where business titans, political heads, and scandal-chasing reporters all shared overpriced wine and silent knives behind polite smiles.

And right in the middle of it all?

Krishna Debonair.

Unapologetically late.

Draped in black satin that hugged her waist and split scandalously high up one leg.

A loose diamond choker sat at her throat, more decorative than sincere.

Her heels? Tall enough to make anyone stare.

Her mood? Absolutely poisonous.

Trailing right behind her like a shadow in a custom-fitted suit…

Aaron Triton.

Former Alpha heir.

Now? Her newly branded errand dog.

If anyone noticed how he kept two steps behind her like a trained guard…

If they noticed the way he followed every tilt of her head, every flick of her fingers like it was gospel…

Well.

No one dared ask.

The Triton family had been invited, of course.

But Aaron?

His seat wasn't at their table anymore.

Krishna caught sight of them across the room, Aaron's mother practically stiffening in horror at the sight of her son trailing behind the Debonair family's Beta daughter like an obedient puppy.

Perfect.

"Krishna."

Her father's voice cut through her mental fun like a cold knife.

Harlan Debonair stood near the stage, wine in hand, already halfway through working the crowd.

Tall. Imposing. Regal as ever.

And pretending she didn't exist emotionally, just as always.

"Glad you finally decided to show up," he said with a smile so fake it could have been printed.

Krishna gave a little mock-curtsy.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Father."

Before he could snap back, another voice cut in, sharp, dry, and full of disapproval.

"Could you at least pretend not to embarrass us for one night?"

Lorenzo.

The eldest.

Standing nearby with a group of board members, glass of bourbon in hand, wearing an expression like someone had tracked dirt across his imported carpet.

Krishna tilted her head at him, smiling like sunshine on broken glass.

"Miss me, Lorenzo? I dressed extra scandalous just for you."

His glare deepened.

"Try not to start another lawsuit tonight."

Aaron, standing dutifully behind her, tensed, already ready to defend her honor.

Krishna just waved him off with a lazy hand flick.

And then… as if life couldn't resist piling it on…

"Krissy! Look at you! Showing up like some low-budget femme fatale again."

Leevah.

Her little sister.

Blonde. Spoiled. Dressed head-to-toe in designer glitter, clinging to her latest Alpha date like a trophy.

Krishna barely spared her a glance.

"Wow. Still breathing, I see. Medical science really is amazing these days."

Lorenzo cleared his throat loudly.

"That's enough."

"Oh? Which part? The breathing or the low-budget femme fatale part?" Krishna asked sweetly.

Lucian, second eldest, colder than most arctic currents but secretly the only one who didn't actively hate her, stood by the far end of the room, pretending to sip champagne while his eyes flicked toward Krishna like he was monitoring for explosions.

Smart man.

Aaron shifted close enough for her to sense him.

"Do you want me to…" he whispered low, voice dark and possessive already.

Krishna smirked, patting him lazily on the arm like she was calming down a rabid guard dog.

"Relax, Triton. Let me enjoy my family dysfunction in peace."

Lorenzo pinched the bridge of his nose like she was giving him a migraine just by existing.

Harlan finally clinked his glass against the mic stand at the stage, drawing the crowd's attention.

The banquet formally began, announcements, speeches, the usual social climbing nonsense.

Krishna tuned most of it out.

But her gaze wandered…

And there… near the back of the room… stood her next target.

A cold, impeccably dressed young Alpha.

New board member.

Fresh-faced but already infamous for his vicious negotiating tactics and complete lack of emotional capacity.

Perfect.

Krishna's smile sharpened.

Tonight?

The hunt continues.

And this time…

She wanted something cold to break.

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The banquet buzzed with noise and ego.

Krishna stood near the champagne fountain, lazily toying with her glass while Aaron lingered just behind her, silent, attentive, too close for comfort by anyone's standards.

It didn't take long for someone to mouth off.

"Never thought I'd live to see this," one smug Alpha laughed, nodding toward Aaron. "Triton's golden boy… playing lapdog for a Beta."

His friend snorted, loud and sloppy. "What's next? Fetching her drinks? Rolling over on command?"

Aaron's posture stiffened, but Krishna didn't even blink. She just swirled her drink with bored amusement.

But Aaron?

He moved.

In two steps, he had the nearest Alpha by the tie, yanking him down with enough force to knock the air from his lungs.

"Speak again," Aaron said low, his voice dark and steady, "and I'll make sure you can't speak at all."

The Alpha froze, wide-eyed, face flushing with panic.

Aaron shoved him back just as quickly, straightening his own collar like nothing happened.

The two Alphas scrambled away without another word.

Krishna finally turned, slow and amused, reaching out to dust nonexistent lint off Aaron's shoulder.

"My, my… protective tonight, aren't we?" she murmured, voice sweet but mocking.

"They insulted you," Aaron said simply, gaze never leaving hers.

Krishna's lips curled into a lazy smile.

"I know."

Her fingers grazed under his chin, just enough to make him lean into the contact before she pulled away, like dangling a treat just out of reach.

And just like that…

Aaron Triton stayed exactly where he belonged.

Close.

Obedient.

Hers.