Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 502: Angus Family

Chapter 502: Angus Family

"You do know sending for me is better than dragging me out like this," Micah said through gritted teeth as he pushed himself off the cold floor, the impact still rattling through his bones.

He dusted himself off and finally looked up only for his breath to hitch.

Micah recognized Elijah’s palace at first sight. He had grown up here, running through these halls as a boy thinking the world was his until life had taught him differently.

But that wasn’t what rooted him to the spot. It was the sight of Angus sitting on Elijah’s throne. Or more precisely, what used to be his throne.

The throne was carved from a single slab of obsidian, its surface polished so dark it devoured the light around it. The back rose high in jagged peaks, crowned with gold inlays. The armrests curved into snarling wolf heads, fangs bared as if forever guarding the one who sat there, their eyes set with tiny shards of moonstone. Crimson leather cushioned the seat, stitched with crescent patterns marking the Alpha King’s divine right. At the base, the moon goddess’s sigil was etched deep into the floor, worn smooth by centuries of Alpha kings who had ruled before.

And Angus had draped himself across the seat of power like it belonged to him.

Of course, he wasn’t alone.

"Hello, brother."

spat the name like it was poison

his father’s third child and the one who had dared to summon him here as if he were some obedient servant to appear at their

powerful witch, Ziva was easily the most dangerous of them all. She had slit her own mother’s throat and drained every drop of her magic just to claim that power for herself—an offering to their father and his endless hunger for

the ground Angus walked on, hanging on his every command. From what Micah found out, she had even

presence together was as

what do I owe

with venom, because this was far from a visit and they had yanked

the set of his jaw daring either of them to push it further. The air between them

the air like a

living photocopy, save for the eyes he’d inherited

there was one thing the men of this family excelled at, it was bedding women. Elijah had scattered his seed with nothing to show for it, but Angus’s selective breeding

the most protected place in the palace. Even now, he could hear the steady footsteps of guards patrolling outside the throne room yet no one came in to check. As if they couldn’t hear a thing or worse, as if something was keeping them away. And Micah

I here?" he asked again when

entirely. It was never him reaching out, rather it was Angus who knew exactly

far too intimate for a father and daughter. Her touch was

she accused him, "and you didn’t bother to tell