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.

again, his tone as sharp as a blade.

"Quite good," she rasped.

turned and stepped into the room. She didn’t need

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

froze on the spot. That

Bang!

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

witch quickly lowered her hood, raven-black hair spilling free. "Hello. I’m

Janice," Violet replied evenly, making

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

mark visible, she could only guess. Still, she kept her face carefully neutral, choosing not to ask questions that

hand crushing her throat was still fresh enough to make her weigh every

eyes, make her hair shorter, and her skin less

it over. They’d lost their phone in the fight—a blessing in disguise, since it meant they couldn’t be

the sketch, then nodded. "I

with distrust and warning. She was

you don’t mind," she said carefully, "I need to

squeezed Roman’s thigh, a gesture the witch saw as well and kept her mouth shut. Then Violet’s

she still shuddered from the look in

forcing herself to sound professional as Violet

do I

I don’t want you moving at all because it’ll disrupt the glamour. Closing your eyes