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.

King—now known to the people

the empty streets, a slow, satisfied smirk on his lips. Even with the

power. And power, to Angus, was

open the iron gates to let them in. The vehicle

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 this case, werewolves, witches, and even humans served side by side. To be precise, they served him. The whole community was built on control and to ensure his

was the beginning of the empire that would only grow until

soon as he stepped out, guards bowed low. There were wolves and witches in charge of the safety of the packhouse and none dared to look him directly in the eye. Angus only gave a single glance, satisfied by

with a deep thud. Without

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

leaving the rune a ghostly black scar across his

of tattoos—spirals, jagged lines, and interlocking

He had endured them all, standing still while they were carved into his flesh. After all, pain was irrelevant when power was the

the strongest werewolf out there, and was immune to magic. In the past, Witches had tried and failed to kill

And he made sure

Seraphira

now, he did

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

"Father," Ziva breathed.

him, wrapping her arms around him from behind. There was pure adoration in her

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