Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 479: Royal Birth

"Your Majesty," all the councilors in the room bowed their heads in respect.

But Queen Seraphira’s attention wasn’t on them, rather on her husband who was seated on her throne as if he owned it.

Catching her gaze, he bowed his head slightly, but only for show. "My Queen..."

Seraphira looked away, her gaze landing on Zyrella, still crawling weakly on the ground. She scoffed, then strode forward, deliberately stepping on Zyrella’s body as if she were nothing more than a bridge to walk across.

As expected of the Fae with their willowy looks, Queen Seraphira was slim and appeared as if she couldn’t weigh an ounce. However, with the use of her ability, she manipulated her mass. And when she walked on Zyrella, it felt as though the weight of a boulder crashed down on her, forcing a cry of pain from her lips.

The pressure compressed her armor into her body, and she heard not just one but many bones snap. It would be hell removing that armor—if the queen spared her life.

But her hope was short-lived. Queen Seraphira stepped on her head, crushing it completely. There were gasps from the audience—some even looked away—but Seraphira remained unrattled, her expression composed.

Since she was barefoot, Zyrella’s blood clung to Seraphira’s soles, and with each step she took, crimson footprints stained the floor behind her. The trail of blood made a bold, chilling statement that sent fear down the spines of all who watched. Whatever mood the queen was in, none dared test it. No one wanted to be next.

Then Queen Seraphira was standing in front of the dais, staring at Baron with a murderous look.

"I gave you a seat beside me," she said. "Not mine." Her tone was clipped.

"Apologies, Your Majesty..." Baron said with no remorse, stepping down from the dais slowly. "I didn’t realize ruling while you were indisposed was a crime."

He stopped beside her, adding, "It’s nice to see you back on your feet, Your Majesty."

He made to move when Seraphira said coldly, "Stop right there."

Baron halted at once, lifting a brow as if to say, What now?

could react, Seraphira struck. A rush of her power surged toward him. Instinct kicked in as Baron moved immediately to defend himself, their powers colliding in a violent clash that

Queen Seraphira

guard’s sheathed iron sword flew from its scabbard into her grasp. The blade danced through the air, no longer

he barely dodged

clashed with the blade, the force of it drawing startled gasps from the councilors. They watched in stunned silence, unable

Even Baron looked shaken.

Seraphira. Had she forgotten they

But Seraphira didn’t stop.

from their scabbards causing the guards to stumble back in alarm as their hilts

third hit his back, sending him stumbling. And the fourth hit

rise, five iron swords hovered above him in a perfect circle pointing down, and ready

to kiss his throat, slicing it just enough to

swallowed. This was a warning from

floor anyway and let her

room was thick as every councilor was

chest,

said carefully. "Forgive me,

a ruler, Queen

she began, her voice sharp and cold,

Everyone gasped in shock.

risked my life to gain strength for himself and such treachery is not merely

what to say without getting on

us. He knew I would not strike him fatally. He knew his death would claim mine too. And in that knowledge

of murmurs arose. Some leaned in toward one another, others stared