Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 275: The Broken Heir

Henry had Brian killed. Public execution style.

He brought the man out in front of the entire pack, dragging him like a sacrifice meant to appease the gods of his own paranoia. Then, with his usual flair for theatrics and that commanding voice that made people forget how twisted he was, Henry made his speech.

"If I hadn’t been fast enough, I would have lost both my son and wife," he said, tone righteous, like he was the victim here. "I still don’t know Brian’s true intentions, but I suspect he planned to hand them over to my enemies.

"I know not many of you like how I rule. I don’t care. I don’t need your approval. My intention has always been to make the West House great again. And to do that, some thorns need to be pulled from the garden."

Then he ended with the words that made Violet’s stomach churn.

"I am your Alpha. I know what’s best for my people. And I will make the West House thrive."

Of course, some fools clapped. Some even cheered. But not everyone. Others stood frozen, confused, even shocked, while Brian’s family sobbed quietly in the corner. It had to be set up, the sympathetic ones thought. Brian was kind. Loyal. A good man. And he would never have done something like that.

And yet he confessed his crimes right before Henry decapitated his head in front of everyone. And just like that, he was gone.

Some suspected foul play, but there was no proof, just their whispers, and a crowd too scared to voice them.

But the truth was this :

The same way Henry had Asher compel his mother, he also had him compel Brain too. He set him up for death.

It had never been about justice for Henry.

Only control.

The scene shifted again, and this time, Violet’s eyes widened with horror as she spotted Asher with his arms suspended above his head, chained to the ceiling. He was completely bare, save for the black shorts he wore.

a wicked-looking whip in hand,

sight alone made Violet’s skin crawl. No, no, he

course, he

women are merely a means to an end? And yet..." He shot Asher a look full of disdain, "you

jerked slightly, he didn’t utter a word. There was no scream. No cry. Just a quiet endurance that

needed this moment burned into her

time, they broke the skin. Blood ran in thin rivers, yet only then did Henry pause to give

meet his eyes.

voice like poison laced with honey. "This pack, this legacy, it’ll all be yours one day..." Then his voice suddenly dropped, eyes

Asher, splitting his lip. The boy staggered but didn’t fall. Didn’t even whimper. Violet couldn’t tell

just a note away from pleasure. And you must

Henry lost himself, whipping the boy over and over again until Asher’s body sagged, blood soaking his shorts and trailing down his legs. Until Henry’s arms were tired, and his breathing

he toss the whip aside and

himself. And then, little Asher looked up and stared Henry dead in the eyes. That quiet defiance

he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to his son’s with eerie affection. "Always remember, you’re my heir. And this

Then he stepped back.

your mother," he ordered. "I’m sure she’d like to

nodded without a word and

changed

half-opened door, cold dread seeping in

She stepped inside.

at the foot of the bed. So still

her heart pounding, and gasped before she

Maria.