Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 309: A Satisfied Queen

Patrick stepped out of the Alpha King’s house, his spine ramrod straight, and every movement he made measured and careful. Not one flicker of emotion passed across his face even though inside, his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of his chest.

The cool night breeze caught the hem of his coat, but Patrick didn’t break stride. He walked briskly toward the black car waiting patiently for him at the curb. His driver as always hurried to open the door. Without sparing him a glance, Patrick ducked inside and settled into the back seat.

The moment the door clicked shut, the car rolled away from the Alpha king’s estate’s heavy security gates, pulling onto the broad road lined with old trees.

Still, Patrick didn’t allow himself to relax. His hands remained on his lap, every fiber of his being tensed and wired tight. He only let out a shaky breath once the mansion disappeared completely from view and they had driven several miles down the road.

He leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes briefly. That was close. Too close.

For a terrifying second during the meeting, Patrick had thought Elijah had figured it out. The Alpha King’s sharp gaze, the way his questions seemed to probe a little too deeply had nearly stolen the breath from his lungs.

But that was not the case. Elijah still trusted him. For now. If Elijah wanted him to investigate the composition of the drug, it meant he already had people working on tracking the source of Ignis. It was only a matter before Elijah knew what he had done.

Patrick opened his eyes, reaching into his coat for his phone. His fingers worked swiftly, dialing without hesitation. The line rang twice before it connected.

"Darling," Cynthia’s voice purred through the speaker, all silk and seduction. "How did the meeting go? Did he gobble you up yet?"

"This is no time for jokes," Patrick said tightly. "Elijah is onto us."

There was a beat of silence, and then a hiss from Cynthia.

"That damn fool Umal," she cursed, her voice losing its earlier velvet smoothness. "We should not have let him carry on such a sensitive mission."

Patrick pinched the bridge of his nose, his headache pounding harder.

"It’s too late for regrets. Asher got his hands on one of the doses and passed it to Elijah. That was how he found out."

Cynthia cursed again, fiercer this time.

"What do we do now?" she asked, her voice all business now.

Patrick stared blankly at the road unfurling ahead through the windshield.

announced after the pause, forcing calm into his voice. "We move

took a slow breath, feeling the gravity of the next words he was about to utter settle

"Contact my family."

was a sharp inhale from Cynthia

are you sure?" she asked, almost cautiously. "You know what they think

human general that rose against the werewolves, and yet, he had been branded a traitor. They despised him for bending knee to Elijah, for working with the wolves rather than continuing the

didn’t

plan he had been building in

they would see. Soon,

"Tell them I’ve discovered a weapon against the wolves. One that

the line for a moment. Then

I believe in

Cynthia. I promise you will not regret this. We’d shape a better

my love, I

"Good bye."

"Good bye."

He ended the call.

dark window, the weight of what he had just set into motion heavy

world would remember his name and he would be the one to strike fear into the heart of the mighty werewolves. He would fulfill the destiny his

The heavens help him.

Back at Lunaris Academy.....

Alaric’s arms, their bodies tangled together. She was wearing one of his oversized black shirts,

hurting. He hadn’t pressed her to explain and simply held her tight until her heavy lids closed and sleep

them, a tiny green snake slithered through the cracks of the lab entrance.

he had gone to Violet’s shack, expecting to find her, only to be met with an empty bed and the hollow ache of absence. Irritated but determined to find her, he tracked her scent

returned to his human form, and crouched silently by the door,

Sweet. Warm. Violet.

his bare feet soundless on the floor as he crept

lips curved into a sly grin when he saw them curled together on the

is where you ran

a dent on the mattress. His eyes gleamed mischievously as he leaned in, brushing his lips gently over Violet’s forehead, then her cheek, then down to the corner of her