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.

said to

walked over and embraced her. They held each other for a long minute until she pulled back

her face neutral, though a frown

she?" Vera asked

Cynthia nearly jumped.

in her eyes sharp. "Is she yours,

Joseph chimed

yelped again. These people really loved sneaking

for the night, Elias? I promise I’ll bring her back in one piece." The smirk on his

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

lay a hand

grown a spine," Vera teased. She reached out and brought a strand of Cynthia’s hair to her nose, inhaling deeply. "She

stepped back,

anything left to keep after we’re

Vera purred. "Maybe just

me!" Cynthia snapped, pulling

that." Joseph’s tone was amused, unfazed by the

put down the gun," Patrick said

was filled

I could help her do so." The words barely left her mouth before she moved

empty and twisted behind her. The next thing she felt was cold metal against her throat

Vera murmured 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

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