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.

careful around Violet? As powerful as she is, she can’t take all

she’s the daughter of his mate," Ziva spat, venom dripping from every

Angus was, the loss

until he could breathe without choking on it. But everyone knew the truth: mates who rejected each other rotted in

he was partial towards Violet. But then, no one ever knew

wall, had the bad sense to shift uncomfortably under Ziva’s stare. She

hit the

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

her

a chair with childlike curiosity, clapped her small hands and giggled. Her

looked away, exhaling through her nose. She had no patience

she straighten, smoothing her

out of my sight," she

her side. The others said nothing. In this family, silence wasn’t cowardice, it was

leave this alone?" Layla asked from where she lounged, her tone a lazy challenge.

answer, but the glint in her eyes was enough. Angus’s warning might as well have evaporated

the room reeked of sex. Isn’t our dear sister mated to Griffin Hale? She couldn’t be getting it on

Sister. Violet still has our blood. If Father is any example, then you know she wouldn’t be any different from

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

was far from innocent. It was slow at first, a slide of lips, then deepening until they reached for each