Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 553: Arrival At The West Pack

Violet watched as the jet knifed through a ceiling of clouds and descended toward the private strip, her hand clammy and her heart pounding.

It had finally begun, the final plan that would decide their fate, and whether they’d reach Alaric.

Thankfully, they hadn’t been subjected to Elijah’s insufferable presence. The other Alphas had been the ones to endure that torment, giving Violet and her mates the chance to rest and save up their energy for what lay ahead.

But now, her nerves were at an all-time high, not just because of the plan, but because of the thought of seeing Asher again.

The original plan had been to never even make it to the West. Yet here they were, and Violet couldn’t stop the fear twisting in her chest.

What if the West Pack had changed Asher? What if being here had dragged him back into the darkness he’d fought so hard to escape?

Selfish guilt gnawed at her. The thought of leaving him behind in this place while she went to search for Alaric felt like betrayal.

But there was no choice. Violet’s instincts kept pricking at her, and she had always trusted them.

What unsettled her most was how calm Alpha Caspian seemed. He wasn’t worried about his son at all, certain that Alaric was safe in his mother’s care.

Either Caspian trusted his wife far too much, or he was a brainwashed fool.

Zara had never liked her, and Violet wasn’t naïve enough to forget that. The fact that Alaric hadn’t called her, or even reached out to his cardinal brothers was a warning sign all on its own.

Moreover, Micah had sent her a response earlier that day. According to him, information was tight in the North Pack right now, but one thing was certain — Alaric was being held against his will by his mother.

own son hostage? Did she really believe that once she released him, Alaric would simply forgive her and fall back in line?

groaned, rubbing her temples as countless disturbing scenarios ran through

wouldn’t go that

anything, it was that parents like them would go to terrifying lengths to secure their ambitions even if it meant destroying their children

still lost in thought when suddenly Roman, who was sitting beside her,

the breath out of her lungs. His teeth grazed her lower lip,

first, Violet thought this was Roman trying to calm her before the dangerous journey ahead. But as his grip tightened at the back of her neck and his chest trembled against hers, the truth

wasn’t just a kiss. It

way of telling her

her breathing ragged. Roman said nothing. Instead, his green eyes

you both

Violet and Roman’s heads snapped up, and there he was—Elijah, standing over

anger. Her golden eyes burned as she glared up at him, every ounce of rage and loathing she’d buried simmering

"Oops, my bad," he said lightly, as though he hadn’t just intruded on a moment that wasn’t

features into polite neutrality. She couldn’t

her teeth, the words

was seconds away from wrapping her hands around his throat and squeezing until his smug grin faded forever. And to think this man was

of a commotion. That is why I’ve decided to

you. Violet

was surveillance. He was putting Christian on them like