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.

nearly coaxing tone. "Alpha Alaric, we just need you

it if Alaric was going to let them lay a single hand on him. His muscles tense as his mind raced. What the

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

ever been separated from his wolf, and it was beginning to take its toll on

designed for criminal werewolves locked up in prison. Even then, the

suppressor cuff was practically a death sentence. Weeks of this would

now, here he was, chained, humiliated, and stripped of his freedom by the

he wasn’t afraid to use it. Once

let’s go, Alpha

His voice dripped with sarcasm and rage. "You dare

the time for talks—" the guard began, trying to placate

snarled, his voice a guttural hiss as he jerked back. The sound was so feral

guard. The two of them began circling Alaric, moving

against the wall. The second guard then

his weight, twisting violently. They both went down in a messy tangle, the sound of their bodies hitting the

swinging wildly. But before he could regain control, the two guards stationed at the doorway charged in. It was now four

snarled with his teeth bared, electric blue eyes blazing with fury. He bucked and twisted, his muscles straining, but the suppressors were doing their job. His wolf’s power was still there, howling furiously,

with every ounce of strength he had left, snarling and thrashing, but exhaustion quickly settled