Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 509: Duskmoon Hollow

Girls her age should be sneaking out of the house to secretly attend a party where she would kiss her crush, not dragging a prisoner as prey to her cannibalistic-eating sister.

Angus’ breeding obsession had never stopped at demons, Fae, witches, or humans. No. This time, he’d aimed for a perfect, pure-blooded werewolf heir. But what he got instead was much worse.

The goddess had cursed him.

Bree was no wolf. She was a wendigo.

Wendigo were cannibalistic-eating creatures. No one knew the true story of how they came to existence, but in the old stories, they were beings twisted by hunger until they devoured their own kind. In Bree’s case, she was more feared since she’s a wendigo born into a werewolf bloodline.

Bree had done nothing to deserve it, but the sins of her father had simply been visited on her.

As expected, Angus had been furious with the outcome, but he hadn’t killed her. Wendigos were dangerous, but they could also be useful. Her appetite for raw flesh made her a threat even to her own family, so she was locked away in an underground cell.

The twins, Lauren and Layla, were mostly in charge of Bree since they used their mental powers to control and groom her to their father’s will. And right now, Hannah had been sent to do the one thing she hated most. Feed her.

The man’s head lolled forward as Hannah dragged him by the rope binding his ankles, his body leaving a smeared trail of blood on the floor. He was still breathing, but not for long. By the time Bree was done with him, not even the bones would be left.

lined with stones that seemed to drink in the torchlight. The deeper she went, the colder it became, until her breath began

exhaled a constant, unnatural chill that weakened Bree, slowing her enough to keep her from

Angus ordered her moved to the hunting grounds, where she can tear through whatever "prey" he throws inside. The preys were mostly traitors from his people and her hunts were as much execution as entertainment. After each hunt, she’s dragged back to the Frozen Chamber, where she paces like a caged animal until the cold slows her

Bree was the perfect instrument to keep the villagers in check and anyone else

on the walls had thickened into jagged spines. The guards moved aside without a word, none of them volunteering to help

the second, while the man’s eyelids fluttered, a groan escaping

just as the third gate was unlocked.

barefoot on ice. Her hair hung in a tangle, her eyes lit like coals under ice. She tilted her head, listening to

get a meal next time." Hannah

claimed Bree was tamed enough not to hurt any of them, but

voice was low

appétit," Hannah said

man stirred fully now, panic showing in his

it was useless because Hannah shoved him inside with a hard kick, the sound

cold slowing her but not enough to dull the instinct. She moved on all fours, her joints bending in unnatural ways, with her head tilting at an odd angle as she stalked him. The rune might sap her