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.

a calm, nearly coaxing tone. "Alpha Alaric, we just need you to come peacefully with us. It’s your mother’s

a single hand on him. His muscles tense

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

from his wolf, and it was beginning to take its toll

were designed for criminal werewolves locked up in prison. Even then, the prisoners were given brief, scheduled releases to breathe and

was practically a death sentence.

raised like royalty, treated like a prince all his life. And now, here he was,

powers — and he wasn’t afraid to use it. Once these cuffs came off, he would roast every single traitorous

go, Alpha Alaric," the guard

and rage. "You dare call me Alpha while standing there, letting my mother

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

his voice a guttural hiss as he jerked back. The sound

two of them began circling Alaric, moving slowly and

ramming him hard against the wall. The

down in a messy tangle,

roll on top, his fists swinging wildly. But before he could regain control, the two guards stationed at the doorway charged in. It was now four against

with his teeth bared, electric blue eyes blazing with fury. He bucked and twisted, his

corridor. Alaric fought them with every ounce of strength he had left, snarling and thrashing,