Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 363

Chapter 363: Turner Family

"You look perfect already. Stop fidgeting, Patrick," Cynthia scolded the doctor after he looked into the mirror for the nth time.

Patrick sighed. "It’s just the scar. It still..." He trailed off, gesturing vaguely at his face, the words refusing to come.

His family probably knew the story behind that scar, and would no doubt sneer at him for letting a werewolf get the best of him.

But Cynthia pressed a hand against his chest and said, "You should wear that scar as a badge of honor. You survived a werewolf attack. Not just any werewolf, but a cardinal alpha. How many people can say the same? Your family especially?"

Then, rising on her tiptoes, she kissed him briefly. "The world is yours tonight, my love. Own it."

A slow smile crossed Patrick’s face. He reached out, offering his hand, and Cynthia placed hers over it with a faint blush.

"Well, thank you," she said softly.

Hand in hand, he led her to the living room where his family waited.

"Well, look who finally decided to show up? Our own baby brother, Patrick Vale." Vera Turner clapped slowly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Although, does your Alpha king know your true identity? Or the fact your name is fake, Elias?" Her voice shifted, eyes darkening with twisted glee.

"That is not the way to speak to your brother, Vera," Moria Turner chided from the side.

Vera rolled her eyes.

"Oh well," said a man at the corner, drink in hand, "I guess your favorite son is here."

That was Joseph Turner, the eldest son of the Turner family who were werewolf hunters, descendants of Gerald, the general who fueled the war between humans and wolves.

Moria said to

for a long minute until she pulled back and pressed

the sidelines, Cynthia kept her face neutral,

Vera asked

Cynthia nearly jumped.

her

bad," Joseph chimed

These people really loved

Patrick. "Can I have her for the night, Elias? I promise I’ll bring her

had warned her that his family wasn’t normal. Coming from a dysfunctional home herself, she thought she could handle anything. But

lay a hand on her,"

and brought a strand of Cynthia’s hair to her nose, inhaling

Cynthia stepped back,

there’s anything left to keep after

piece now?" Vera purred. "Maybe

hands off me!" Cynthia snapped, pulling a gun from her pocket and pointing

was amused,

put down the

like it was filled with

perhaps, I could help her do so." The

hand empty and twisted behind her.

in a singsong voice, her breath hot against Cynthia’s ear, "but I like knives. I mean, I love the way they cleanly slice through the skin." To prove her point, she nicked the blade gently across Cynthia’s

gasp escaped Cynthia’s lips as a

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