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.

"Alpha Alaric, we just need you to come peacefully with us. It’s your mother’s orders. There’s no need

hand on him. His

It had been more than two days since they’d locked the suppressor cuffs

the longest he had ever been separated from his wolf, and it was beginning to take its

the prisoners were

was practically a death sentence. Weeks of this

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

release him. Unlike ordinary wolves, he had powers — and he wasn’t afraid to use it. Once these cuffs came off, he would roast every single traitorous fool who had stood by

let’s go, Alpha Alaric," the guard

your Alpha?!" His voice dripped with sarcasm and rage. "You dare call me Alpha while standing there, letting my mother

this isn’t the time for talks—" the guard began, trying

hiss as he jerked back. The sound was

beat, he gestured to the second guard. The two of them began circling Alaric, moving slowly and

ramming him hard against

twisting violently. They both went down in a messy tangle, the

his fists swinging wildly. But before he could regain control, the two guards stationed at the doorway charged in. It

me!" Alaric snarled with his teeth bared, electric blue eyes blazing with fury. He bucked and twisted, his muscles straining, but the suppressors were doing

dragging him across the corridor. Alaric fought them with every ounce of strength he had left,