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.

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

gaze without blinking. Then, without a word, he popped the

through last night,

glasses halfway, then lifted one, and raised it ever

coolly, "My condolences on the death of your father."He knocked back the drink in one motion, finishing it without a flinch, and returned the glass to the

a sharp tick in Asher’s jaw. Without replying, he snatched his glass, downed it in

own tumbler. The moment the liquid hit his throat,

them drunk to get the truth out of their mouth? Well, that was not beyond him. Alaric made a mental

die

there they go. Alaric could see

at detecting lies. But since they were so good, it also

report at the agency? We already told them all we

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,

a prick," he said evenly. "But sometimes staring death in the face forces you to realize what actually

unconvinced. He poured himself another drink and downed it in

crime and are on the run. At least that’s what the authorities think. It’ll do you

having a fucking spree with Violet right

his drink.

"Violet is mated to Roman Draven

shifting his grip and pretending nothing happened. It wasn’t exactly impossible to