Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 480: Trial Of Ascension

The goddess had just announced Violet’s awakening and now, everyone was going to know about the child she had birthed in the human realm.

Baron’s cold and cruel laughter broke through the commotion.

He lifted his head from where he lay sprawled and with a summon of his air ability, slammed the hovering swords away and sent it across the floor.

Consort Baron rose to his feet slowly, dusting himself off, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

Queen Seraphira didn’t move. Her expression had paled to a shade just shy of ghostly, her posture rigid.

The noise had drawn the attention of the councilors, many of whom had still been huddled at the window, trying to make sense of the impossible. Even now, the sky outside remained dark, the twin moons casting an eerie glow across the land.

"But the queen isn’t pregnant," someone said.

"So how can the free Fae have a heir already?" another followed.

The speculation circled the air until Baron’s voice cut through it all.

"Perhaps that question," he said, loud and clear, "should be directed at Her Majesty."

There was silence.

Seraphira swallowed, her throat suddenly dry as every head turned. The weight of their gazes fell on her like stones. One by one, the councilors returned to their positions, eager to hear the truth from her.

Councilor Ada asked this time, her brows furrowed. "What do you mean by that, consort Baron?"

even look at her. His smirk widened. "Exactly. Ask

swore she could have melted him right now. But he smiled

and her mother had known, she would have

another voice joined

forward. He was Baron’s relative, and he asked. "Speak, my queen, what is this omen we see

clenched at her sides, her nails biting into her palms. But

a steady voice. "I have an heir in another

rippled through

were not encouraging, faces twisted in confusion, outrage, and disbelief. Whispers turned to low arguments and some

Free Fae—who had long accepted Seraphira’s rebellious streak, her escape from the realm as a wild youngling—none had

was tradition. That she had been mated to a beast—as the council often referred to the wolf shifters—was shameful enough. That she had borne his child? That was unbelievable — even if the goddess

room is aware of the union that almost took my life. Yes, the goddess mated me to

and she could see the judgement on their

speak again, Baron’s voice rang out, soaked in

hides a she-child sired with a wolf?" He turned to the council with a grand sweep of his hand. "She speaks of the sanctity of Fae blood, of the dangers of outsiders, yet her own daughter is one

outsider, and

Baron only laughed again, full

is she

give him that satisfaction. The royal house could not be seen fractured. Not in front of the council.

the human realm where she would be fostered, grow in

gleaming. "When exactly is the time, Your

Seraphira’s jaw tightened.

pause stretch long enough

"I claim my right. That child belongs to us. Bring her to the realm. If she is truly the heir..." He smiled darkly. "Then let