Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 555: To The North pack

This had been the plan all along.

From the stories they’d fed him, Asher had predicted Elijah would assign someone to shadow Violet, Griffin, and Roman to make sure they didn’t try anything reckless. That part was predictable. So Asher did what he did best—he planned ahead.

He had made sure the people of the West Pack would be gathered here to welcome their king. With a crowd this massive blocking the road, the convoy would have no choice but to slow down. And that slow crawl was the perfect window for Violet and Griffin to make their escape.

Everything was in place.

Except now, with the moment finally here, Violet didn’t have the heart to go again, not without Roman.

"You should come with us, Roman," Violet urged, her voice tight with worry.

Her eyes moved to Christian, who was still slumped against the seat. The paralysis from Roman’s venom held him frozen, but only just. His teeth were gritted, his jaw trembling violently, and a vein bulged along his temple as his body fought to overcome the toxin. His eyes burned with pure rage, locked on Roman with a promise of retribution.

Roman didn’t even glance at him. His focus stayed on Violet. "You know I can’t leave Asher alone, love. We’re mates. We promised to be there for one another."

"I know," Violet said with emotion, "but look at him!" She gestured at Christian, whose furious gaze promised violence the moment he regained control. "He’s going to hurt you, Roman. Elijah won’t let this go."

Roman only smiled, his dimples showing. "Don’t worry, Asher will handle it. You don’t need to worry about me. We’ll be fine."

"Violet!" Griffin’s urgent voice cut through the moment.

He was outside now, bracing his shoulders as he used his sheer, raw strength to shove back the pressing crowd that was pressing so close it was suffocating. Griffin’s muscles strained, his feet digging into the pavement as he forced a narrow path clear for Violet.

"Go!" Roman barked at her.

Violet’s eyes stung, but she forced herself to nod. "Look after Asher for me. We’ll come back for you soon. Both of you ."

"I know," Roman said, giving her a cheeky wink even now.

Then, before she could lose her nerve, he moved into action. Dragging the paralyzed driver aside, Roman slid behind the wheel and slammed his foot down.

The car lurched forward smoothly, closing the growing gap between them and the other convoy. He needed to keep the line moving, to keep up appearances, and make sure no one came back to investigate what was causing the holdup. It was the perfect distraction, and the last gift he could give them.

"Now!" Griffin growled.

bodies, the crowd roaring around them. People shoved back, confused and angry, but they were no match for Griffin’s supernatural strength. His broad shoulders cut a path through them with ease, his

It was overwhelming. Someone grabbed for her arm, and she

barked over

And she didn’t.

free into open space. Fresh air hit Violet like a shock. They didn’t slow, sprinting down a narrow side street as the noise faded behind them. Only when they’d put several blocks between them and the commotion did Griffin

two shuttered shops. Elijah’s visit had practically shut the whole district down

moment the

other end, Jeremiah’s voice came alive. "Stay exactly where you are. We’re

the phone back into his pocket. He turned to Violet, studying her pale, tense face. "How are you holding

fisted at her sides. "I feel awful for leaving Roman behind like that. What if this just lands him in serious trouble? Elijah’s going to punish him, and we won’t even be there to do

"Violet."

to his. "Roman knew the risk," he said, his voice calm and sure. "He was willing to take

"But... "

like Elijah’s going to kill him. We’ve been through worse, Violet. One punishment? Two? That’s nothing new to us. So maybe trust Roman a little, and stop

to be strong. They’d go to the North pack, get Alaric and then come back for Roman and

by the sound of an approaching engine. Griffin tensed

a wall of muscle, shielding her

The back window slid down, and Jeremiah’s familiar

me!" he called out with

relaxed at once. "Come on," he muttered,

before sliding

"Slick move back there. You two were amazing. By the time Elijah even gets his bearings, you’ll be long

managed a weak smile. "Where are we going?"

the North Pack. Fastest way there, and you’ll be out of reach before anyone catches

toward the back compartment of the SUV. "There’s a package behind you. North weather

glance back. "I’m good." His voice

Werewolves had naturally high metabolism, their bodies burning through cold like it was nothing. She, however, didn’t share that luxury, even though she

reached for the package. Inside of it was a thick coat made of dark wool and lined with fur. The moment she slipped it on, its warmth wrapped around her, cocooning her completely. Yep, she would sweat in here if they drove