Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 542: About Violet

Violet stood her ground. "No, I don’t need to revise a word I uttered."

"Then you’ll indulge my creativity." Vincent slid a photo across the table, the grainy drone shot showing nothing but a pale crater and smoke curling from the wound in the earth. "Explain this without lying."

"You mean explain it without the weapon you didn’t find?" Roman countered.

"We didn’t find a weapon because it wasn’t one. This was obviously an energy event. One we don’t have a file for."

"Then start a new file," Violet said coolly.

"That’s what I’m doing," Vincent replied, "but none of you seem willing to cooperate."

"Cooperate on what? An energy event?" Violet told him. "What’s that got to do with me, a human? Do I look like Patrick, the scientist?"

"Good one, little mate." Griffin complimented her, only to turn and glower at Vincent. The man was beginning to get on their nerves.

Vincent shifted his attention immediately.

"His Highness, Micah, you rescued them. What did you see?"

Micah answered without emotion. "I didn’t see anything. I only felt the heat rising fast and did what I had to do, Commander."

That response irked Vincent and his voice rose. "Then tell me this, if you did what you had to do, why didn’t you rescue Henry?"

The air went taut.

flashed in Micah’s eyes.

saved them," Vincent pressed, "Dragged them out before the blast. But not Henry Nightshade. Why? You

blink of an eye, dark shadows lashed out from his palm. They slammed against the table and snapped

he staggered back in defense mode. His wolf flared instinctively, hackles raised,

drawing the shadows back into his skin like it was nothing. "That’s just a harmless projection of my teleportation power. Nothing more. However, one move was all it took for you to defend only yourself and not even his majesty, King Elijah. Yet you expect me to save all seven people in the middle of an

Elijah told

it, Commander, raise your hand."

silence that followed was merciless. Vincent’s jaw worked tight,

her breath, failing to hold it in, while Roman looked like he was trying not to clap. Griffin nodded, impressed at how easily Micah had effortlessly

burned with humiliation, his jaw working, but still he couldn’t counter. Anything

half-bow. "Forgive me, Your Majesty. My temper

gleamed with defiance. "But I’ll

flick of his hand, he dismissed Micah as though he were nothing more

a shallow bow, his

statements. We’ve given them. We were attacked. We survived. Henry died fighting. Adele healed me. Micah

man was still seething from Micah’s little display. His voice

and the details overlap. But

means you’re not

scribbling something down. "And you claim the reason you left

hand, their fingers intertwined, and kissed the back of it with a grin. "The evidence is sitting right in front of

said, the word more knife

card," Roman shot

gaze slid to