Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 449

Chapter 449: Prepare For War

Elijah took the device, his heart racing with intrigue as he pressed play. The video aired before him, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

There in the video was Roman kissing Violet in some store.

"What the hell?" he cursed, his voice rising in pitch. "Violet is mated to Griffin! So then, how...?" it was simply unbelievable. No, he was shocked out of his mind. This shouldn’t be.

Christian took back the tablet, his expression grave. "This was the only footage I could capture since the others were destroyed by your competent heir, Asher. One of the staff managed to record this on her phone."

Elijah fell silent, his mind racing as he tapped his fingers against the desk thoughtfully. The implications of what he had just witnessed were staggering.

"Look into Violet Purple," he commanded. "I knew there was something off about that girl. I need to know what it is."

"Okay," Christian replied, nodding. "At the moment, I have my eyes on them."

"Tell your men to back off," Elijah said. "Asher is too smart, and I wouldn’t want him to suspect I’m onto them. Whatever secret they’re hiding about the girl, I’ll find out. And keep me updated once they return to the academy."

As Christian nodded and left, Elijah relaxed back in his chair, thinking hard. While he was busy sorting out the mess on his plates, the alphas were keeping secrets from him? Fine, he’d see how that would work out for them.

East Pack Territory.....

Arion stood by the stove shirtless with Irene beside him. Her hands coated in flour, while an apron was tied around her waist.

fold it in... ," Arion said, leaning closer under the guise of culinary instruction. His hand covered hers, guiding it, but it was his

"You’re a nuisance, you know

hips again, this time slower, testing. "I can’t believe you’re an Alpha of such a large pack. You’re so easily

she said, trying not to laugh as she elbowed him lightly in

What do you call that little twitch

she could retaliate, a cold voice

"You both are disgusting."

with her arms folded, her face a twisted portrait of teenage horror. Her nose wrinkled as if the domestic flirting physically pained her. She had come to check if dinner was ready, but now, the

simply tossed a wink her

her heel with a dramatic scoff and stormed out, muttering something

I just hope the Moon Goddess grants her

reaching for the salt like he

it out. It was a message from

she clicked on the first one and promptly

leaned closer and Irene turned the screen so he

a black-and-white maid outfit. The outfit apart, the expression on his face was hilarious. Her son looked like he was contemplating his life

tell her that this was Violet’s handwork. Griffin was kind but he had his pride

sight. Should we start calling

this once he was back from his meeting. That husband of hers needs more laughter else his face wrinkled quickly

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