Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 626: World Domination

Duskmoon Hollow

The market was alive in Duskmoon Hollow.

Traders shouted prices from wooden stalls stacked with fruits, spices, and fabrics.

Some of the witches openly sold their charms and artifacts, the locals already accustomed to their presence.

Children on the other hand laughed as they chased one another through the narrow lanes. Their mothers stayed close by, some

haggling over baskets of grain, while the others gossiped excitedly with their neighbors.

Then, out of nowhere, a boy barely in his teens came sprinting down the street, his face pale and breath ragged. "The Supreme Alpha is back!" he screamed.

The effect was immediate.

Mothers snatched up their children, while traders slammed their stalls shut with trembling hands. Some scattered to homes nearby, shutters clattering as windows were covered. While the rest found hiding spots, waiting the moment out. No one wanted to be a scapegoat.

Within seconds, the once lively market turned ghostly silent. What had been a place of warmth and chatter was now abandoned, dust swirling in the sudden emptiness.

It wasn’t long before the distant growl of an engine broke the quiet. A black jeep rolled down the deserted street, its tires crushing some of the forgotten fruit underfoot.

former Alpha King—now known to the people of the village

his lips. Even with the window closed, he could scent the

power. And power, to Angus, was

gates to let them in. The vehicle rolled through the vast courtyard, its tires crunching over gravel as the guards trained eyes

his own taste. The mansion was like a packhouse, except in this

just his pack, it was his first creation. It was the beginning of the empire that would only grow until the world

of the packhouse and none dared to look him directly

behind him with a deep thud. Without a sound, he began to strip until he

deep into his flesh. Two opposing triangles touched at their tips, flanked by

long been broken, leaving the rune a ghostly black scar across

bore layers of tattoos—spirals, jagged lines, and interlocking shapes. The deeper ones looked burnt into his skin, healed over but still angry red at

a purpose and Angus had bound its powers to his body. He had endured them all, standing still while they

was immune to magic. In the past, Witches had

untouchable. And he

his back looked dull and useless without Seraphira here to complete it. Yet he still traced it with a finger, as if he could feel her through the

now, he did miss

creaked open, and Angus didn’t have to turn to know who it was. Her perfume already

"Father," Ziva breathed.

excitement as she hurried toward him, wrapping her arms around him from behind. There was pure adoration

against his back, as if seeking comfort from the heat radiating