Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 503: Bring Violet To My Side

Chapter 503: Bring Violet To My Side

What happened next was Ziva snapping. "No one threatens my father like that!"

Her magic rose, a blinding pulse of heat and light that slammed into Micah’s chest and hurled him to the floor. The impact stole his breath, pain lancing through his ribs as he groaned.

"That’s enough!" Angus thundered.

"But, Father—" Ziva started, her voice loud and indignant.

"I said enough!" Angus’s bellow rattled the very walls. "You will not touch my son again!"

For a moment, one could almost think Angus cared — or maybe he did, in his own twisted, blackened way — but Micah wasn’t about to feel flattered.

Ziva’s lips pressed into a pout, her magic still sizzling faintly at her fingertips before she forced it to fade. With a sharp exhale, she stepped back, subdued but glaring at Micah like she wished she could finish the job when no one was watching.

Micah forced himself to his feet, saying, "You shouldn’t bother with Violet. You can’t sink your twisted claws into her."

"But you can," Angus countered without missing a beat.

He rose from the throne and walked towards him, every step a slow assertion of dominance. He stopped just in front of Micah, close enough that Micah could see the faint, cruel smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You can convince her," Angus said, his voice brimming with conviction, like it was already decided. "Convince her that I’m not so bad, that what I’m doing is for the well-being of the wolves."

tell yourself so you can sleep at night? That all this madness is for the future of the wolves and

kind with no limitations, and full of power. The kind that will stand up to humans, because they are not

of old wounds bleeding into every word. "You have no business intentionally creating children who belong to no one — children caught between worlds, never truly claimed by

of someone’s madness and still move on

as if even

just stared at him. There was no sign if

that cruel smile returned,

love, Micah," he said almost like a father soothing an ignorant child. "I don’t care if they feel they belong. I care that they survive and that they are strong enough to crush anyone who dares to

circle Micah like a

pain is the enemy. But Pain shapes us. It breaks the weak and tempers the worthy. You would rather they live soft

ear. "I am giving my children power. Never again will humans win a war against our kind, and that

in from her spot, lifting her chin like a spoiled princess

are, my darling," Angus

into his own power, Micah could feel the manipulation

Humans and werewolves have come too

you even know your precious President Roy is working with Patrick Vale? How do you think he managed

was working with Patrick? It was absurd. It had to be. Angus was a master at twisting truths to suit his games, and yet Micah couldn’t brush it aside completely. He would dig into

isn’t a reason to start a war," Micah said evenly, keeping his voice calm, though his

a war? I might as