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.

the former Alpha King—now known to the people

slow, satisfied smirk on his lips. Even with the window

power. And power, to Angus,

gates to let them in. The vehicle rolled through the vast courtyard, its tires crunching

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

Angus, Duskmoon Hollow wasn’t just his pack, it was his first creation. It was the beginning of the empire that would only grow until the world

safety of the packhouse and none dared to look him directly in the eye. Angus only gave

with a deep thud. Without a sound, he began to strip until he was down to

deep into his flesh. Two opposing triangles touched at their tips, flanked by small star-like crosses on either side. This was once a bond mark

the rune a ghostly

into Angus’ body. His arms and chest bore layers of tattoos—spirals, jagged lines, and interlocking shapes. The deeper ones looked burnt into his skin, healed

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

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

And he made sure everyone

of the mirror, studying his reflection. The bond mark on his back looked dull and useless without Seraphira here to complete it. Yet he still traced it with a finger, as if he

now, he did miss

to know who it

"Father," Ziva breathed.

with excitement as she hurried toward him, wrapping her arms around him from behind. There was pure adoration in her eyes, the kind of

as if seeking comfort from the heat