Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 556

Chapter 556: The Righteous Son

Asher knew the moment Elijah’s phone rang that the hornet’s nest had been poked. He didn’t so much as blink, his expression perfectly neutral, and body language betraying nothing as Elijah lifted the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" Elijah answered, sounding almost bored.

With his keen hearing, Asher caught the faint words from the other end, "They’re gone."

For the briefest moment, a flicker of annoyance crossed Elijah’s face, and then it was gone. "Is that so?" he said quietly, the edge beneath his tone unmistakable. "Hold onto him. We’ll arrive soon."

Asher knew exactly who him was.

Roman.

And judging by Elijah’s tone, whatever awaited his brother wasn’t going to be pleasant.

Yet Asher didn’t so much as twitch. He sat there with his hands relaxed, his posture casual, and his expression practically carved from ice. He gave Elijah nothing to read.

Elijah ended the call and slowly set the phone aside. Then, deliberately, he turned his head toward Asher.

Asher met his gaze without flinching.

For several long, suffocating heartbeats, they simply stared at one another. The tension was thick and electric, the air between them almost crackling with heat. At that moment, they were two predators circling each other in silence.

Then, without warning, Elijah’s face split into a wide, twisted grin. A chuckle escaped him, building until it became full-blown, raucous laughter. It went on and on until tears streaked his face.

"This..." Elijah gasped between peals of laughter, "this is going to be fun."

though someone had told the funniest joke in the

thought he had the situation under control. Still, one could never truly predict the moves of

in the air, they continued the

and Beta Dominic were the first figures they saw as soon as the convoy of

Majesty," both of them bowed their heads in deep

to a halt, and the loud thunk-thunk of doors opening and slamming shut reverberated across the space

the high-ranking members of the

loud snarl

car, his arm twisted painfully behind his back. His muscles strained as his

stormed forward. His chest heaved with rage at the sight of

answer. He kept Roman pinned, his grip iron-tight, his expression cold and unyielding. Roman snarled again, the sound guttural and

voice dropped into a deadly growl. "You’d better unhand my son right now, Christian, or you won’t have hands left

his own wolf flaring as

he

eyes faltered, confusion and disbelief twisting his face. Slowly, he turned toward Elijah, who was now approaching them

is the meaning of this, Your Majesty?" Leon demanded, his voice trembling with

and aided Griffin and their mate, Violet, in escaping

Roman, his voice breaking with disbelief. "You did what?!"

but his son had shut the link between them. The meaning was clear: Roman didn’t want to

Leon’s eyes. How could his son shut him out like this? How could Roman take such a reckless risk and

laced with confusion so convincing it was almost believable. Well, almost, because Elijah was not

said, his voice dangerously calm, "that you, Irene, had no idea your

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