Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 599: Kill The Queen

"Ahh!" Vera Turner screamed her frustration into the air when she received the news that their attack on the North pack had been foiled.

She stormed over to the small bar where bottles and glasses still sat from their earlier celebration of "inevitable victory." In one furious sweep, she cleared the counter, shards exploding as glass shattered across the floor, startling everyone present.

"Vera, calm down," Moira urged, but Vera whirled on her, eyes flashing.

"No! Don’t tell me to fucking calm down! I’ve had enough of this bullshit! Everything would have gone according to plan if he had eliminated all of those freaks of nature from the start!"

Her voice rose, mocking with venom. "But no. Leave Violet Purple alive. She’s special. There’s something about her, I want her..." She twisted Patrick’s words in a cruel imitation, her tone dripping scorn.

Vera strode to where Patrick sat slouched in his chair, head bowed, hands limp in his lap like a chastised child.

"Well, look what your mistake cost us!" she snapped in his face. "I lost half my forces, and the North pack is still standing. Those men trusted me, and I let them die uselessly, all because of some little girl you should have squashed when you had the chance!"

Vera straightened, chest heaving, her glare fixed on him. But Patrick didn’t look up. It was as if he had been dragged back to his miserable childhood, where his siblings were praised for their effortless strength while he was berated for his weakness, and failure to measure up to them.

This was why he had left in the first place and chosen the way of science—the only thing he was ever truly good at. Everything he had done since then was not only to fulfill the vision of his ancestors but also to shove it in the faces of his family, to prove he had turned out far better than they ever believed.

And it worked. They had been impressed with his creation of Ignis. With Ignis, Patrick believed at last that he would be accepted, that his mother would finally deem him worthy—like his other siblings.

But while Patrick was brilliant at innovation, he was not battle-wise. The recent failure of his plan exposed that weakness clearly. That was the difference between him and his family: they only dreamed of cleansing the world of werewolves, but Patrick was a scientist.

Science was all about discovery.

an anomaly he couldn’t wait to get his hands

was far more powerful than he ever imagined. Even more than the cardinal alphas. What was she? She couldn’t be just a werewolf. If she was, then what made her special? What blasphemous ritual had been

in defeat, Patrick was filled with anticipation. He couldn’t wait to cut her open and uncover what made her tick. With her power as raw material, he would create wonders. He would be

alphas, he had always been wary of their parents, and most of all, the Alpha King. In the past, he had to operate under Elijah’s instruction, and thanks to that, secretly birthed Ignis. But now? Nothing bound him anymore.

should have known better than to trust this mission to you," Vera raged

took a deep breath, lifted her head, her decision clear. "I’m taking

snapped

she hissed. "We won’t let another opportunity slip away because

his feet at once, anger creeping into his voice. "This mission is

him flatly, "The only thing you brought to life is Ignis, and that’s the only game changer in this mission. But might I remind you Elias that you’ve lost everything. And without our help, Ignis is useless in

it to. I know people who

invisible dirt off her brother’s shirt with calculated disdain. "Or people willing to do

an annoyed huff. That damn bitch,

her, little Elias. Right now, the only thing you’re good

burning beneath his skin. That piece of shit, he cursed

to talk to your brother," Moira chided him. But her voice held no bite, and Joseph’s grin only

yanked him forward so fast he was nose-to-nose with her. "So, do you agree,

red. He spat, "If I say

brow. "Trust me, you

Patrick didn’t have the balls to stand up

he said, sourly. "That’s what you’re

He fell to the floor, the pain folding him