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.

grimaced. "Uh... bathroom? I really need

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

didn’t respond, Violet exaggeratedly reached for her

take

whoa, no!" one of them barked,

companion. "Kelvin, show him to

breath, clearly annoyed, but stepped forward. "Fine.

hid a triumphant smile, obediently

structure of the hallway and the lack of decorative touches, Violet guessed they were headed toward the servants’ wing. A visitor’s

in front of

and jerked his chin toward the

ahead. I’ll wait

forced a stiff nod and stepped inside. The restroom was small, and she shut the door halfway, making a show of shuffling around as if she was

could hear Kelvin’s stance

was what she

at him. Kelvin’s eyes widened at the sudden attack, but he reacted just in

the wall, the impact rattling the sink. Kelvin was strong as a man.

he snarled, reaching for her

kicking his knee with all her strength. Kelvin grunted but didn’t go down. He swung a vicious punch at her and she barely blocked it, pain jolting up her arm. For a terrifying moment,

of Alaric got her going. This

her training with Asher, she drove her elbow into his ribs, then used his brief stagger to leap onto his back. Kelvin roared, thrashing wildly, and slamming her into the stall door hard enough to splinter the

danced in

his throat, she locked her legs

desperate attempt to dislodge her. But Violet held on with sheer will, her muscles screaming

tumbled off him, gasping. Her body shook from adrenaline. She stumbled to the sink

in front of her, it healed up. Seeing that sent a strange

no time

silently slipped out of the bathroom, knowing it won’t be long before the other guard comes to check the reason for the delay. She hugged the walls, moving through the servants’

Twice, she slid beneath long curtains as the guards passed, her heartbeat so loud she swore they’d hear it. It was

she spotted a narrow staircase leading upward. Taking the steps two at a time, she emerged on the second

was more quiet, lined with ornate doors and thick carpets that

crouched low, moving

two turns. Violet crept forward, turning into a side passage when she heard voices. Two maids passed by, gossiping in hushed voices, oblivious to her

last stretch. Her heart was pounding fast, while her muscles tense. She knew finding Alaric wouldn’t be easy, but no one told her she’d be moving around like a ninja. Violet swore once this mission was over, she’d