Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 559: At His Mother’s Mercy

"Okay, calm down," Violet muttered to herself, taking deep, forceful breaths. "This isn’t permanent. You’ll go back to normal as soon as this is over. Easy as breathing."

She tried to sound hopeful, but inside, she was freaking out. Badly.

She turned to Griffin, her voice mixed with nerves and determination. "This is a good thing, right? At least everyone knows Oscar is your beta, so I won’t be refused entrance."

Griffin gave a short nod, his expression serious. "You’re right about that part. While I keep Zara occupied, you’ll sneak off to Alaric’s room and release him. We’ll figure out the rest from there." His intense gaze locked on hers. "You still remember the layout of the house from the map I showed you, right?"

"Yes, I do," Violet said obediently.

"As long as Zara hasn’t made any major changes, this should be straightforward. Once Alaric is free, we’ll regroup and hopefully settle things with his mother peacefully."

"Alright, captain. Let’s go get our boy back." Violet gave Griffin a playful salute, her nerves hidden behind bravado.

Griffin nodded once, and started toward the village where they’d find a ride straight to the packhouse. Violet followed close behind, her boots crunching softly in the snow. Neither of them said a word, both focused on the mission ahead, blissfully unaware of just how dangerous the mission they had taken truly was.

Meanwhile, back at the Packhouse :

"What is it this time? Where are you taking me?" Alaric’s voice rose in panic as he shot up from the bed the moment the guards entered the containment room.

Two of them came inside while the other two stayed posted at the door, their expressions hard and watchful.

just need you to come

on him. His muscles tense as his mind raced. What the hell was his

point. It had been more than two days since they’d locked the suppressor cuffs on him, and he

ever been separated from his wolf, and it was

prison. Even then, the prisoners were given brief, scheduled releases to breathe and reconnect

use of the suppressor cuff was practically a death sentence. Weeks of this would lead to madness, and

treated like a prince all his life. And now, here he was, chained, humiliated, and stripped of his freedom by the very

use it. Once these cuffs came off, he would roast every single traitorous fool who had stood by and let

on, let’s go, Alpha Alaric," the guard

out a bitter laugh. "Oh, suddenly you remember I’m your Alpha?!" His voice dripped with sarcasm and rage. "You dare

for talks—" the guard began,

Alaric snarled, his voice a guttural hiss as he jerked back. The

man’s jaw tightened, and after a tense beat, he gestured to the second guard. The two

snarl, Alaric slammed his shoulder into the nearest guard, ramming him hard against the wall. The second guard then lunged

dropped his weight, twisting violently. They both went down in a

roll on top, his fists swinging wildly. But before he could regain control, the two guards stationed at the doorway charged

and twisted, his muscles straining, but the suppressors were doing their job. His wolf’s power

him across the corridor. Alaric fought them with every ounce of strength he