Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 562: Where Was Alaric?

Chapter 562: Where Was Alaric?

Micah hadn’t been kidding, the North Packhouse was locked up tight. Guards were stationed at every corner, their eyes tracking every movement. It was so heavily secured that one might mistake it for the president’s residence.

It took over thirty minutes before they finally reached the North Packhouse. Along the way, Griffin had been forced to stop for some impromptu shopping and buy clothes that would fit Violet’s current form.

Technically, she wasn’t Violet right now. She was Oscar, Griffin’s beta.

And gods, it was weird.

Violet was still trying to come to terms with the fact that she was currently juggling a dick between her legs. A freak accident, one she knew she was never going to recover from mentally.

She was just grateful Griffin had stopped teasing her about her awkward walking stance. Now that she’d gotten used to it, she had fully embraced her temporary identity.

When they finally stepped inside the packhouse, Violet was struck by how empty it felt. The halls were quiet and for a moment she wondered if Zara had deliberately sent all the pack members away. Or maybe the North’s packhouse was simply different.

Traditionally, a packhouse was meant to house the most important members of the pack — the Alpha, their family, the Beta, Gamma, and other key wolves — so that leadership could remain close and united, ready to act at a moment’s notice. It was the heart of the pack’s territory, and always always buzzing with activity.

Times had changed, of course. Most wolves now lived in their own homes scattered across the territory, districts and the packhouse functioned more like a political center and stronghold than a communal home.

But still, no packhouse ever felt this empty.

As they crossed into a massive foyer, Griffin suddenly turned to her, or rather, to Oscar.

"Wait here," he ordered.

The guard leading them stopped, frowning slightly in confusion.

"I want to speak with Zara privately," Griffin explained.

The guard gave a short nod, clearly not suspicious, and led Griffin further inside.

Now Violet was left alone with two silent guards who stood at the far end of the room. They didn’t even speak or look at her. They just stood there like statues, which suited Violet perfectly.

She used the moment to study her surroundings. The foyer was grand, with towering pillars and two sweeping staircases leading up to the higher levels. Multiple hallways branched off in different directions. Violet mentally mapped them out, taking note of the narrow corridor to the east that would lead to the servants’ wing, another hallway toward the west that seemed less guarded.

Five minutes ticked by. Violet intentionally shifted her weight restlessly. Finally, one of the guards’ eyes landed on her.

"What’s wrong?" he asked stiffly.

her legs dramatically and grimaced. "Uh...

the request. It was as if they couldn’t believe she was asking about something like that in a place like

Violet exaggeratedly reached

take a

no!" one of them barked, panic breaking

a glare at his companion.

muttered under his breath, clearly annoyed, but stepped forward. "Fine. Follow

hid a triumphant smile, obediently following after

guessed they were headed toward the servants’ wing. A visitor’s

front of the

and jerked his chin toward

wait

shut the door halfway, making a show of

Kelvin’s stance relax

was what she

fast. She swung the door open and lunged at him. Kelvin’s eyes widened at the sudden attack, but he reacted

slammed into the wall, the impact rattling the sink. Kelvin was strong as a man. He twisted his body,

snarled, reaching for

grip, kicking his knee with all her strength. Kelvin grunted but didn’t go down. He swung a vicious punch at her and she barely

the thought of Alaric got her going.

leap onto his back. Kelvin roared, thrashing wildly, and slamming her into the stall door hard enough

and spots danced in her

throat, she locked her

at her grip, choking, and stumbling backward in a desperate attempt to dislodge her. But Violet held on with sheer will, her muscles screaming with the effort. His movements grew sluggish, then stopped entirely.

She stumbled to the sink and caught herself,

it healed up. Seeing that sent a strange thrill through her. She wasn’t just

was no time

be long before the other guard comes to check the

to hide whenever footsteps echoed nearby. Twice, she slid beneath long curtains as the guards passed, her heartbeat so loud she swore they’d hear it. It was even more suspicious that the cameras stationed at certain spots didn’t

leading upward. Taking the steps two at a time, she emerged

hall was more quiet, lined with ornate doors and thick carpets that muffled sound.

low,

map, Alaric’s room was at the very end, past two turns. Violet crept forward, turning into a side passage when she heard voices. Two maids passed by, gossiping in hushed

her muscles tense. She knew finding Alaric wouldn’t be easy, but no one told her she’d be