Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 478: The Fae Realm

"Your Majesty."

Queen Seraphira opened her eyes to find Zuru, the court healer, hovering over her.

She tried to move but couldn’t. Panic nearly rose in her throat until the memories came flooding back.

One moment she had been in court, holding session, and the next, a strange, draining sensation had washed over her. And then, there was darkness.

She raised her hand only to find gnarled roots buried in her veins. Realization struck her that she was beneath the Tree of Life.

Said to be the last surviving tree touched directly by the Goddess herself when she once walked among her people, the Tree of Life was sacred. It had the power to heal most illnesses or injuries. No wonder Zuru had brought her here.

To the untrained eye, the Tree of Life resembled any other, but it shimmered faintly with divine energy, and right now, that same energy pulsed visibly through the queen’s body, tracing the glowing roots where they had entered her skin.

Zuru gave a subtle nod, and the roots began to withdraw, one by one, from her veins. Seraphira gasped softly as a hint of pain pinched through her arm. But then, at last, she was free.

Zuru gently helped her sit up.

"You lost a tremendous amount of power, Your Majesty," he said calmly. "We had no choice but to bring you here to recuperate."

Seraphira sat still for a moment, letting the pain ebb from her limbs and the last of the tree’s energy settle inside her.

"How long have I been out?" she asked.

Zuru looked hesitant to respond. Then, she gently said, "It’s been quite a while, Your Majesty. Two weeks at least."

Her breath hitched.

The sacred grove where the Tree of Life grew was silent around them, save for the gentle rustle of the wind. Towering trees encircled the glade, but none compared to the Tree of Life itself. It’s root were buried deeply into the sacred soil, its canopy humming with divine power. Only the royal bloodline was permitted here, and beyond the reach of ordinary Fae folks unless permitted.

As the strongest of the Free Fae, Seraphira’s well-being had always been prioritized above any other.

A sound of rustling leaves drew their attention.

From between the trees emerged a tall female Fae, broad-shouldered and battle-scarred. Her long green hair shined like moss under sunlight, and her pointed ears peeked out from beneath silver-clasped braids. She knelt at once.

"Your Majesty," she said solemnly.

"Rhara," the queen acknowledged, her eyes narrowing. "Update me. Now."

bowed her head. "After your collapse, your majesty, Baron has taken

Seraphira blinked. "What?"

rose shakily to her feet, her voice laced with disbelief. "He should’ve felt it. We share

now. "Are you

grave. "If I may, Your Majesty, I took the liberty of reading your magic. What happened to you was no accident. Someone siphoned your power swiftly and

sank in like a blade between her ribs and she

person who could get such

eyes darkened. Her voice

"Baron."

Zuru nor

the war between Queen Seraphira and her consort, Baron. Their love - If there had ever been one - had rotted away years ago, buried beneath power

to Rhara, her voice clipped. "Where is

left her mouth, she noticed the change in Rhara’s expression, and that alone was enough

"What happened this time?"

hesitated, then straightened. "Zyrella has

Seraphira’s

Zuru’s mouth opened to stop her, but the queen vanished

appeared in her bedchamber, her legs buckling beneath her. She cursed under her breath, catching herself against a wall. Moving with her magic had not been an issue for her until now.

obsidian. Her hands shook, but her voice remained firm as she stared into the

séla’choráe en

the air, the Fae words vibrating against the glass. But nothing happened. Lilarin did not respond even

tried again,

en

mirror remained

chest

Lilarin was gone.

Zyrella knew how to summon her and she had betrayed. Why? For a

And when she opened them again, her amethyst gaze burned like

open with a force that startled the guards posted outside. Their eyes widened, after all, the queen was supposed

"Y-your majesty....!"

stop, striding ahead with purpose. She had been silent

to remind them exactly who

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the Free Fae Court was a marvel carved of living crystal and enchanted stone, and high arched ceilings. Ancient tapestries bearing the sigil of the free

was carved from moonstone and wrapped in flowing ivy, its back high and graceful, unmistakably the Queen’s. While the other, though smaller, wrought of obsidian with gold filigree,

in his own throne. He

tall, broad-shouldered, with perfectly groomed dark hair and sharp cheekbones that could cut glass. He was the