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.

jester of the

eyes with Griffin. "I think Elijah knows about

voice dropping low. "I thought I was the only one who noticed he was baiting me from the very start." She scratched

he knows a

expression darkened. "I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s always known Angus was alive. The elders couldn’t have covered

brother’s heir," Griffin added, the realization fitting together

edged. "At the very least, he doesn’t know what Violet really is.

interbreeding between werewolves and humans, different names have been used to separate the kinds of wolves

lineage, possessing full traits and abilities. They stood as nobility among the packs, holding

were uglier names for them, often racist. As the offspring of a human and a werewolf, they often carried mixed traits. Depending on which parent’s

often born of bad luck, poor bloodlines, or even, anomalies in their nature. Even purebloods weren’t spared from birthing runts. They were still wolves, but lacking simply

of "imp" wasn’t tied to size or frailty, but to appearance. Imps were those werewolves who human-like qualities and fewer werewolf traits, regardless of their

Roman’s gaze sharpened.

like this stunned Violet. Roman might sound foolish most of the time, but he was shrewd

do you suggest we do? Run?"

exactly what he expects," Roman said, stroking his

technically what we’re doing tomorrow," Violet reminded, thinking

of habit. His palm hit

is not going to be easy. I don’t even know if my mother would be able to help out.

do much," Roman murmured. "Not while we’re in transit, and even less on West Pack