Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 487: Elijah’s Support

There was nothing but tension in the car.

Elijah hadn’t said a single word since they left the agency, and the boys had not bothered trying to break the silence either. Every one of them was swallowed by their own thoughts, buried too deep in what had happened, and what was to come.

The car glided through the quiet streets of Aster City. Alpha Elijah had been around recently, handling the growing crisis around Patrick Vale. And while most would’ve stayed in a hotel or government facility, Elijah preferred his privacy and control. Hence, he’d taken up residence in his private estate in the city.

As the black vehicle pulled into the estate’s gated perimeter, the reinforced electric gate recognized the car’s license and slid open with a mechanical whirr.

Inside, the driveway stretched in elegant curves under a canopy of manicured trees, and the car slowed to a smooth stop at the front entrance.

Then Christian stepped out from the front passenger seat, adjusted his jacket, and rounded to the side. He opened the rear passenger door and Elijah emerged, composed as ever.

Asher and Alaric exited the vehicle on their own without waiting for permission. Elijah looked at them and said. "We’d talk in the living room." Then he walked ahead and the boys followed him.

As expected of an Alpha king’s residence, the house was nothing short of grand. It had high ceilings crowned with intricate molding, dark-paneled walls accented with modern art and marble floors that gleamed like still water under warm ambient lighting. Everything smelled like power.

Elijah led them inside without a word, his gait calm, and assured, as if this was just another ordinary day.

"Take a seat," he said, gesturing towards the luxurious couches before veering off toward the mini bar tucked in the corner. The bar was small but fully stocked with amber and gold bottles.

He selected a dark decanter and set it on the glass table, only to return moments later with three tumblers.

warily. "Don’t you think it’s a little

without blinking. Then, without a word, he popped the stopper and

guys went through last night,

and raised it ever so slightly in

back the drink in one motion, finishing it without a flinch, and returned the glass to

glass, downed it in a

own tumbler. The moment the liquid hit his throat, he winced. God, what drink was that?

their mouth? Well, that was not beyond him. Alaric made a mental note to not

did Henry die exactly?"

see this

lies. But since they were so good, it also meant they were able to tell

so curious?" Asher said casually. "Didn’t you get the whole report at the agency? We already

touch his eyes. He rose, walked slowly over, and perched on the armrest of a chair, his stare unwavering. "I just find it interesting that a man like your father, selfish to the bone, would suddenly decide to die for someone else." His gaze fell on

"Henry was a prick," he said evenly. "But sometimes staring death in the face forces you to realize what actually matters. Maybe he did have a

himself another

Griffin, and Violet? If I wasn’t so careful, I’d think they committed a crime and are on the run. At least that’s

fucking spree with

on his drink.

Alaric confirmed. "Violet is mated to Roman

his tumbler. He masked it poorly by shifting his grip and pretending nothing happened. It wasn’t exactly impossible to have more than one mate,