Defy The Alpha(s)

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.

my baby," Moria said to Patrick, arms stretched

held each other for a long minute until she pulled back and pressed a full kiss to his lips. "I’ve missed

the sidelines, Cynthia kept her face neutral,

she?" Vera asked suddenly from

Cynthia nearly jumped.

glint in her eyes sharp.

chimed in, his voice too

again. These people really loved

all." Then he tilted his head toward Patrick. "Can I have her for the

from a dysfunctional home herself, she thought she could

will not lay a hand on her,"

Vera teased. She reached out and brought a strand of Cynthia’s hair to her

stepped back, glaring

if there’s anything left to keep after

my piece now?" Vera purred. "Maybe just a lock of her

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

Joseph’s tone was amused, unfazed by

the

The room felt like it was filled with hyenas, and

do so." The words barely left her mouth

taken until it was gone, her hand empty and twisted behind her. The next thing she felt was cold metal against her throat and Vera pressed in from behind,

knives. I mean, I love the way they cleanly slice through the skin."

sharp gasp escaped Cynthia’s lips as a thin line of pain bloomed across her