Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 504: The Witch

Night fell faster than expected, and just as promised, Mother Thessara arrived with the witch in tow.

"Listen carefully," she said, her voice edged with warning. "You work quickly, and you work once. She will not come back a second time."

Her eyes narrowed. "Do nothing to draw attention. If you stir the wrong eyes, I will not shield you. When you’re done, she’ll be nearby to take her home." She meant the Nova who had accompanied them.

Thessara’s gaze lingered a beat longer. "As I said before, do not make me regret this. Now go."

"Follow me," Griffin told the witch, and she obeyed without hesitation.

She was dressed in a full cloak that hid her entirely, the hood shadowing her face, and making her indistinguishable from the Novas who served in the temple. Hence no one spared her a second glance even if they were to encounter her.

They walked until Thessara and the Nova were only fading silhouettes behind them. The corridor narrowed as they approached the quarters and were almost at their destination when Griffin’s voice cut through the silence.

"How good are you at glamouring?"

"Glamouring? Is that what we’re doing?" the witch asked curiously.

Griffin stopped dead in his tracks. In the next heartbeat, his hand clamped around her neck, lifting her clean off the ground. His eyes burned amber, his wolf rising just beneath the surface, the growl in his chest vibrating through her bones.

"You are here to serve me. When I ask you something, you answer. And if you so much as breathe a word of what you see in this room to anyone—" his grip tightened, "—you’re already dead. Are we clear?"

The witch’s face flushed red, her hands clawing at his wrist, nodding frantically to show she understood.

Griffin released her, letting her collapse onto the floor. She gasped and coughed, dragging in air as though she’d just been drowning and just broke through the surface of water.

tone as sharp as a blade. "How good are you at

"Quite good," she rasped.

room. She didn’t

her hard. Although Griffin had tidied up the place and Roman and Violet had been at their best behavior, knowing they were expecting a visitor, it still didn’t erase the scent entirely. In fact it seemed to cling to them, announcing to the whole world

the witch’s gaze fell on Violet’s gaze, her breath hitched and she froze on the spot. That slightly pointed ear. There was only creatures with such detail

Bang!

door shut with enough force to make the walls hum. The

lowered her hood, raven-black hair spilling free.

meet you, Janice," Violet replied evenly, making no move to offer her

obvious to everyone that Janice was confused as hell the moment her gaze shifted to Roman who sat close beside Violet on the bed, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist. She’d already seen the mating rune on Griffin and Violet’s necks and assumed they were mates. So why was another man sitting that close, acting like he belonged

Roman and Violet were wearing shirts that hide the rune on their body. Without that mark

Janice said cautiously. The memory of Griffin’s hand crushing her throat was still

that," Griffin replied. "Hide her scent, dull her eyes, make her hair shorter, and her skin less shiny.

it over. They’d

the sketch, then nodded. "I

with distrust and warning. She was a witch, after all, and witches and werewolves had never been a

mind," she said carefully, "I need to work

and kept her mouth shut. Then

age, but she still shuddered from the look

her breath, forcing herself to

I

As I work, I don’t want you moving at all because it’ll disrupt the glamour.