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.

Moria said to

a long minute until she pulled back and pressed a full kiss

Cynthia kept her face neutral, though a frown tugged

Vera asked suddenly from behind,

Cynthia nearly jumped.

smirked, that glint in her eyes sharp.

chimed in, his

people really loved sneaking

at all." Then he tilted his head toward Patrick. "Can I have her for the night, Elias? I promise I’ll bring her

her that his family wasn’t normal. Coming from a dysfunctional home herself, she

lay a hand on her," Patrick

out and brought a strand of Cynthia’s hair to her nose, inhaling deeply. "She smells good too,"

me?" Cynthia stepped back, glaring

there’s anything left

I should take my piece now?" Vera purred. "Maybe just a lock of her hair. A

me!" Cynthia snapped, pulling a

tone was amused, unfazed by

put down the gun,"

room felt like it was filled

could help her do so." The words barely left her mouth

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

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

lips as a thin line of pain bloomed across her