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.

back seat, was the former Alpha King—now known to the

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

was power. And power,

iron gates to let them in. The vehicle

built this place after his settlement in the village, adopting every custom of the were-kind but twisting it to his own taste. The mansion was like a packhouse, except in

just his pack, it was his first creation. It was the beginning of the

the packhouse and none dared to look him directly in the eye. Angus only gave a single

shut behind him with a deep thud. Without a sound, he

at their tips, flanked by small star-like crosses on either side. This was once a bond mark and sign of his connection

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

the only strange mark carved into Angus’ body. His arms and chest bore layers of tattoos—spirals, jagged lines, and interlocking shapes. The deeper ones looked

had endured them all, standing still while they were carved into his flesh. After

was why Angus was feared. He was the strongest werewolf out there, and was immune to magic. In the past, Witches had tried and failed to

untouchable. And he

dull and useless without Seraphira here to complete it.

like now, he did

and Angus didn’t have to turn to know who it was. Her

"Father," Ziva breathed.

toward him, wrapping her arms around him from behind. There was pure adoration in her eyes, the kind of

if seeking comfort