Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 605: Finally Home

"Brothers and sisters of the West," Elder Kent began, his voice thundering across the crowd. "We gather here tonight before heaven and earth, wolves and men alike, to crown the next Alpha of the West Pack, one chosen not by chance, but by blood, by strength, and by the will of the goddess herself!"

Everyone lifted their heads, watching attentively. Not making a sound.

The elder continued.

"Alpha Asher, do you accept the mantle of leadership over the West Pack? Do you swear to protect your people from all threats, within and without? To uphold the values of the pack, to honor the goddess, to guide with strength and fairness, and to never turn your back on the call of your people?"

Asher answered with a steady voice. "I do."

It was the turn of the priestess, one of the moon mothers who served in Selene’s temple. She was a tall elegant woman draped in a white flowing dress.

"Under the watchful eyes of the goddess," she said, "speak now your vow to your people."

Asher turned not to the sub-alphas, nor elders, nor even the high-ranking wolves in the front rows. No, his gaze rested on the mothers, the children, and the old—the ones who had endured the most and asked for the least.

His gaze particularly lingered on a woman near the edge of the gathering. She carried a small child on her hip, the boy’s tiny fingers clinging to her shoulder as if his life depended on it. Her wide eyes met Asher’s.

Hope. Fear. Faith. It was all there in that single look.

And when Asher spoke, it was as if he spoke directly to her.

"I stand before you not as my father’s son, but as your Alpha," he began, his voice rough yet commanding. "From this night onward, no woman of this pack will live in fear under my rule. No child will grow hungry or cold while I draw breath. The strong will protect the weak, not prey on them. Every voice—male or female, highborn or lowborn, human or wolf—will have a place in this pack."

His words rolled through the silence, stirring the crowd like a storm wind.

the cries of those in pain. The West Pack will no longer be known for its

utterly still. Some even held their breath, spellbound by Asher’s

fixed his gaze on the woman. "You have my word," he promised her. "You and your children are safe with

voice

"Alpha Asher!"

was the woman he’d looked at. Her voice cracked but

Then another joined her.

"Alpha Asher!"

And another.

ten. Then fifty. And

filled the air, breaking centuries of silence and submission. It was a sound both beautiful and terrifying—like a dam

bold. But none dared interrupt. Asher stood tall and unyielding, pride swelling in his

earthen calabash filled with a strange mixture. The scent of herbs wafted through his

sank to

priestess dipped her fingers into the calabash and smeared the mixture across

opened to the cries of

be filled with compassion,

tremble when

first, it seemed like a normal

a sudden rush, like wind roaring through his skull, while

it. The voices of

The mindlink had opened.

Asher’s had been unlocked by