Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 511: Secret Mission

Ziva was on her knees with her head bowed, and her hands resting on her thighs, every muscle in her body coiled tight. Her sisters stood in the far corner of the room, watching the scene with tense expressions, each of them careful not to draw their father’s anger towards themselves.

"Why," Angus thundered, "did you send Lilian after Violet? Did I order you to?"

Ziva looked up, her expression composed even as her heartbeat drummed against her ribs. "I only wanted to make an introduction," she said. "Violet has to know we have an eye on her."

"Oh?" Angus’s tone turned to ice. "You have an eye on her?"

At that question, Ziva lowered her eyes again, her lips tightening. "No."

That earned her a mirthless laugh from Angus. It wasn’t humor, but mockery, the kind that scraped like broken glass across pride. A flush burned right beneath Ziva’s pale skin.

Perhaps it’s the magic in Violet’s blood, or she was blocking her out with something, but Ziva couldn’t spy or scry her whereabouts. Not even with her mother’s bloodcraft ability. So she had sent Lilian to get her DNA. And she failed woefully.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Then, without warning, Angus seized her by the front of her dress, dragging her up enough that her knees scraped against the stone floor.

His voice dropped, low and lethal. "If you make a move on Violet without my command again..." His head turned toward the others, his eyes sweeping over them. "Any of you.... you’ll have me to face that day."

He shoved Ziva back, releasing her as though she were something foul, and stormed from the room. His footsteps faded, leaving the air brittle and unmoving.

No one spoke. Not until Layla, the one who never knew when to keep her mouth shut, broke the silence.

As powerful as she is, she can’t take all of

she’s the daughter of his mate," Ziva

everyone was reminded of his father’s Fae mate. As cold-hearted as Angus was, the loss of a

She had drowned his heartbreak in magical dopamine until he could breathe

to contribute to why he was partial towards Violet. But then, no one ever

to shift uncomfortably under Ziva’s stare. She didn’t have time

the

you one simple task," Ziva snarled, kicking her in the ribs. "And

kicked her

perched on a chair with childlike curiosity, clapped her small hands and giggled. Her twisted delight was the kind only a demon’s

had no patience for this petty, ugly

then did she straighten, smoothing her hair as

out of my

her feet and left, clutching her side. The others said nothing. In this family,

from where she lounged, her tone a

in her eyes was enough. Angus’s warning might as well

"Earlier when she woke, Lilian said something interesting about Roman Draven, the other Cardinal Alpha, acting all possessive, and the room reeked of sex. Isn’t our dear sister mated to Griffin Hale? She couldn’t be getting it on with Roman too, right? They say mates

opening your mouth. "You ask such silly questions, Sister. Violet still has our blood. If Father is any example, then you know she wouldn’t be any different from him. Power doesn’t settle for

our dear sister would want Roman Draven. That man’s like a sex god..." Her voice dropped

a slide of lips, then deepening until they reached for each other’s hair and their mouths moved with greedy familiarity. Lauren’s hand slipped beneath Layla’s jaw, tilting her head for better access, the wet sound of their kissing echoing