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.

once she released him, Alaric would simply forgive her and fall back in line? Unless, of

groaned, rubbing her temples as

Zara wouldn’t

and Elijah had taught Violet anything, it was that parents like them would go to terrifying lengths to secure their ambitions even if

in thought when suddenly Roman, who was sitting beside her, cupped her face. Before she could

lips claiming hers with an intensity that knocked the breath out of her lungs. His teeth grazed her lower lip, demanding, and nearly punishing, before softening slowly, and lingering, as

his grip

wasn’t just a kiss. It

to the North Pack. This was his way of telling her that even if miles separated them, she

Violet’s lips were swollen, her breathing ragged. Roman said nothing. Instead, his green eyes were locked on hers, fierce and aching, communicating everything his mouth wouldn’t say—at least not

both

shattered like glass. Violet and Roman’s heads snapped up, and there he was—Elijah, standing over them with that insufferable,

the first time, Violet didn’t bother to hide her anger. Her golden eyes burned as she glared up at him, every ounce of rage and loathing

smile. "Oops, my bad," he said lightly, as

features into polite neutrality. She couldn’t afford to cross the

through her teeth, the words tasting like

Violet was seconds away from wrapping her hands around his throat and squeezing until his smug grin faded forever. And to think this man was her uncle—the family she had spent her entire

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

fuck you. Violet

This wasn’t care or protection, no, it was surveillance. He was putting Christian on them like a leash to make sure they didn’t slip