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?"

at her. His

husband. If they weren’t connected, she swore she could have melted him right now. But he smiled harder, basking in the rising tension

have let her die because Baron

another voice joined

Baron’s relative, and he asked. "Speak, my queen, what is

nails biting into her palms. But then

confessed with a steady voice.

rippled through the

of murmurs. Their reactions were not encouraging, faces twisted in confusion, outrage, and

the realm as a wild youngling—none had known this. No one had known about Violet. The old queen had guarded that secret

Fae married among their own. It 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

took my life. Yes, the goddess mated me to a wolf shifter and from

this time and she could

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

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

an outsider, and you will do well to speak

only laughed again, full and loud

he challenged. "Why is she still in the

couldn’t give him that satisfaction. The royal house could not be seen fractured. Not in front of the council. Her people cannot begin to

realm where she would be fostered, grow in peace, and return to take her rightful place when

head, his eyes gleaming. "When exactly is the time, Your

Seraphira’s jaw tightened.

pause stretch long enough for tension to sink

my right. That child belongs to us. Bring her to the realm. If she is truly the