Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 579

Chapter 579: Connect With His Root

The guards in front of Zara’s holding cell were doing their duty when a strange-looking ball rolled to a stop at their feet.

They tensed immediately, turning toward the direction it had come from only to see a familiar face.

"Finn?" one of them called, confused.

But Finn only smiled sinisterly and gestured downward.

The two guards glanced down, and that was when they noticed the odd-looking ball was now beeping with light.

The beeping stopped abruptly, followed by a sharp hiss as the ball cracked open. White vapor spilled out, but in seconds, the vapor thickened into heavy smoke, rapidly spreading and saturating the entire corridor.

"What the hell?!" one of them coughed, swiping at the smoke in a futile attempt to clear his vision.

Meanwhile, Finn calmly pulled a compact filtration mask from behind his back and strapped it securely over his nose and mouth. When the smoke reached him, it rolled harmlessly past, unable to penetrate the filters, and left him completely unaffected.

The two guards tried to run, but it was already too late. The wolfsbane smoke invaded their lungs, burning and paralyzing them from the inside. Their legs buckled as they gasped desperately for air, and within moments, both collapsed to their knees, completely unconscious.

Finn stood over the unconscious guards, the smoke swirling ominously around him. With them out of the way, he stepped forward and entered the holding room.

open and her eyes snapped wide at the intrusion. She jerked upright, startled,

Zara." Finn’s voice was eerily calm, as he slipped the mask

vision clearing. "What are you doing here?" She

was highly unusual for Finn to seek her out at this hour, when most of


over, his tone controlled and almost pleasant in a way that made it all the more unnerving. He slowly tsked,

to the sarcasm dripping from his

I look a mess," Zara admitted, intentionally playing it cool as she lifted her wrist, displaying the suppressor cuff as

nothing

was tangled and unkempt, falling wildly around her face. Though she had just woken from sleep, exhaustion clung to her features, making her appear worn

her expression

a slow, unsettling smile. He could smell the sudden spike of fear in her pheromones. She was putting on a brave face, but he knew the truth.

a story,"

on the edge of the

are we talking

favorite." His tone was mocking now, laced with venom. "Romance. My mother’s favorite story, or at least,

let’s hear it." Inwardly, she was stalling, desperately hoping someone would sense the danger and come to her

to love this one,"

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