Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 543: Confess To Elijah

"Don’t turn back," Violet said quickly when Roman started to glance behind them.

Roman obeyed without a word, sliding his arm across her shoulders and making it look natural.

"There’s the banquet table," Griffin said, and they understood at once.

The three of them moved together in that direction. The table was already crowded since wolves always ate plenty, their higher metabolism demanding it. Some of the guests ahead noticed them and immediately stepped aside, smiling as they gave them space.

"No, you don’t have to—" Violet began bashfully. They were older, and had come first. She wasn’t even here for the food. But the sight of the richly prepared dishes, especially the glistening meats had her mouth watering before she could stop herself.

"Having two mates is a miracle," one elderly woman said warmly. "You’re goddess-blessed, child."

"Oh..." Violet blinked, intrigued. So having more than one mate came with privileges. Nice, she’d remember that next time.

She went ahead, choosing mostly meat dishes despite herself. Griffin and Roman noticed too because their plates ended up nearly identical.

"I think your wolf side is stronger," Griffin muttered under his breath once they were away from the crowd.

They chose a table tucked near the hedges, far from the center. Yet still, people’s eyes flickered toward them, heavy with curiosity and awe.

"You think so?" Violet asked surprised because she didn’t feel that way. Yes, her wolf stirred restlessly inside her, but there was also a vortex of magic whirling inside of her, untamed. And it was harder to control than the wolf. The wolf had its own mind, but the magic felt like a storm waiting to break with the wrong move.

"That should be the least of our problems right now. We’ve got a much bigger issue at hand," Roman said, his tone unusually grave.

the jester of the group,

eyes with Griffin. "I think Elijah knows about

the only one who noticed he was baiting

frown deepened. "You think he knows a piece of it, or

was alive. The elders couldn’t have covered up his

suspects Violet is his brother’s heir," Griffin added, the

his voice hush but edged. "At the very least, he doesn’t know

the emergence of interbreeding between werewolves and humans, different names have been

untainted lineage, possessing full traits and abilities. They stood

traits. Depending on which parent’s genetics are

and weaker wolves, often born of bad luck, poor bloodlines, or even, anomalies in their nature.

the insult of "imp" wasn’t tied to size or frailty, but to appearance. Imps were those werewolves who human-like qualities

Or..." Roman’s gaze sharpened. "He thinks she’s hiding her ability, which is

might sound foolish most of the time, but he was shrewd as hell and woe to anyone who

suggest we

exactly what he expects," Roman said, stroking

that’s technically what we’re doing tomorrow," Violet reminded,

his hair out of habit. His palm

able to help out. Not to mention, we’d be leaving Roman behind to take Elijah’s wrath." He

be able to do much," Roman murmured. "Not while we’re in transit, and even less on West Pack soil. But don’t fool