Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 77: The Agreement

Adele stood before the Cardinal Alphas, her eyes blazing with fury. Asher, Roman, Alaric, and Griffin seated like chastised children, their usual dominant energy dulled under the healer’s scathing glare.

"What the hell were you all thinking?!" Adele’s voice rose, resounding through the room. "Do you know I had to give her five heat suppressant shots? Five of them just to ease her from her torment!"

Roman shifted uncomfortably, his head hanging low. Guilt weighed heavily on him, after all, he had come the closest to crossing the line.

"We’re sorry," he said quietly, his voice laced with regret.

"Sorry?" Adele’s voice sharpened like a whip. "Does sorry make up for the induced heat you all forced the poor girl into? The trauma she might carry?"

Alaric frowned, his tone defensive. "How is that even possible? Humans don’t go into heat. She’s human, right?" He looked at his cardinal brothers for confirmation.

Adele shot him a withering look. "Forgive my phrasing, Alaric," she said, her voice cold but controlled. "Humans don’t experience heat like werewolves, but I’ve never seen pheromones that strong, strong enough to affect all four of you." Her accusing gaze swept over each of them, as if daring them to challenge her.

She continued, "But since she’s a human, I can theorize that Asher mentally drugged her." Adele finished by giving Asher a pointed look.

Asher in question raised his hands in mock surrender, his tone bordering on indifference. "She was only supposed to desire me," he argued, his confidence slipping when Griffin growled low in his throat.

"So you’re not denying it," Griffin snapped, his eyes burning with anger. "You mentally blitzed her, didn’t you?"

"I didn’t drug her!" Asher shot back, his own growl rising to match Griffin’s. "It was only a suggestion. A small game. One that shouldn’t have escalated like this."

Alaric eyes narrowed. "So your ego’s so fragile now that you have to compel women to sleep with you?" he challenged, his voice dripping with disdain.

she was perfectly

interrupted, disgust

accusation toward Alaric. "You’re the one who knows exactly what I said to her that night. Did you torture

his feet, his lightning crackling faintly in the air. He looked ready to pounce, but

and for good reasons. Especially with Asher around. Who

weight of an Alpha command. His sharp

stood unmoving, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her expression unreadable. After a tense pause, she

this seriously before a dead girl or, rather, a zombie...."

was immediate, raw with

Roman, and Alaric repeated the same, all of them rising

raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by their sudden unity. "Oh, now you

none of them sat, standing with

know what would happen if

sure Elijah would only be concerned about his heirs, not some

any threat to his plans," Asher interjected, his voice tinged with a mocking edge. "Perhaps then, a dead girl would end

tone cutting. "Don’t push your

ends now. The only solution to this problem is for Asher to stop messing with Violet’s mind. We won’t entertain

second that," Alaric said firmly, his lightning still

defiance. "Violet is not

the same path," Roman said,