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."

sleep at night? That all this madness is for the future of the wolves and not your

next generation of were-kind. A kind with no limitations, and full of power.

and what you’re doing is tearing it apart!" His voice rose, raw, the cracks of old wounds bleeding into every word. "You have no business intentionally creating children who belong to no one

buried clawing their way to the surface. "You don’t know what it’s like to be a victim of someone’s madness and still

as if even the walls

at him. There was no sign if Micah’s

that cruel smile

who builds for 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 stand in their

a predator, his tone

the weak and tempers the worthy.

children power. Never again will humans win a war against our kind, and that is why I

am powerful!" Ziva cut in from her spot, lifting her chin like a spoiled

my darling," Angus

power, Micah could feel the manipulation rolling off this man. He knew what he

the humans? Humans and werewolves have

"Peace? Is that what you delude yourself with?" His eyes gleamed with mockery. "Do you even know your precious President Roy is working with Patrick Vale? How do you think he managed to

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

reason to start a war," Micah said evenly, keeping his voice

said I’m starting a war? I might as well