Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 552: Failed Plans

The ride to the airport lasted only fifteen minutes, but to Violet, it felt like an eternity in hell.

By the time the limousine rolled past the final stretch of road, she knew without a single doubt. Elijah knew.

He knew she was his brother’s daughter.

And just like he tormented his own heirs, he had shifted his twisted games onto her.

He wasn’t confronting her outright. No, that would have been too easy. Instead, Elijah taunted her with the truth, needling at her composure, savoring the slow, deliberate torment of keeping her on edge until she cracked and confessed.

Violet refused to give him that satisfaction.

Her face remained perfectly calm and polite, a mask she wore with brutal discipline. But inside, her wolf snarled and thrashed against its cage. Thalia wanted blood. Violet wanted to scream.

Every breath she took felt poisoned by Elijah’s suffocating presence, his musky, dominating scent filling the enclosed space like a trap.

So when the limousine finally stopped and she stepped outside, it felt like coming back to life. The crisp, fresh air hit her lungs, washing away the stench of him. Her shoulders loosened ever so slightly, though the tension in her gut remained.

On the bright side, it was time to execute Plan B.

If Violet was being honest, it wasn’t the most brilliant plan ever, but it was the best they had come up with considering the situation.

The airport for private planes wasn’t like a commercial one. There were no endless lines of passengers or giant terminals. Private jets loaded in a smaller, quieter section off to the side — just a few hangars, a couple of runways, and a single building for paperwork and security checks. Most of the time, security here was lighter because everyone flying private was "trusted," especially the Alpha King.

before

greetings, Violet and Griffin would slip out through the back of the hangar. Most hangars had two exits,

to get past a chain-link fence with a single guard. It wouldn’t be hard for

make their

would stay behind with Elijah and play dumb, keeping the Alpha King’s attention on him long enough for them to disappear completely. By the time Elijah realized they were gone, his jet would already be in the air,

sure it would work, but

their hearts pounding, eager to get

slipped from out the back of the hangar. For one brief, shining moment,

six guards. And

just stationed casually either. Their stances were tight, alert, and shoulders squared, like they had been expecting someone to

and Griffin froze,

his shoulders, muscles flexing beneath his

down if

make a

are the two of you

striding toward them with suspicion in his eyes. "The plane is about to take off," he added, his tone dangerously

punch to the gut. Elijah had been one step ahead of them all along.

the jet, Griffin’s jaw locked tight. Violet’s stomach churned the

comfortably in his leather chair, sunlight streaming through the oval windows, laughter booming as Roman leaned toward him, clearly entertaining the Alpha King with some elaborate

brief widening of his eyes said everything—he had fully expected them to be gone