Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 627: What About Violet?

Duskmoon Hollow

Ziva had a smile on her face as she stirred from sleep. With her eyes still closed, she reached for her father, only for her hand to meet empty sheets. Her lashes fluttered open, and the dreamy softness on her face hardened into a frown.

She wanted more time with him, but apparently, the man had other plans. She didn’t need to guess where he was; the low murmur of voices from the living room told her enough.

Ziva rose from bed and wrapped a robe loosely around her body. She wouldn’t have minded walking out naked—let the whole world see she belonged to the Supreme Alpha—but her father hated when she distracted him during business. So she settled for this.

When she stepped into the room, Jericho, her father’s Beta, was the first to notice her. His expression soured immediately. The man never hid his distaste for her, and if not for his usefulness to Angus, she would’ve rid herself of him long ago.

Three others were present, all werewolves, and her father’s loyal advisors. Though Angus had welcomed witches into his new world, he still distrusted them enough to keep wolves closest. He had kinship with their kind, after all. Hence, she was the only witch he trusted and she in return ensured the other witches stayed loyal to him — by all means possible.

"You’re here," Angus said without lifting his gaze from the reports spread across the table.

"Yes, Father." Ziva stepped beside him, slowly and deliberately brushing her hand over his arm as if to remind everyone in the room who she belonged to.

Aside from the faint furrow that creased his brow, Angus didn’t react. His daughter was useful, but her petty possessiveness was beginning to grate on him. Business was business; pleasure was pleasure.

The same quiet disapproval shone in the eyes of his men, but none dared speak. They knew better than to comment on the Supreme Alpha’s personal affairs.

Ziva sensed the shift in the room, and it irritated her. "You started the meeting without me," she said, her voice edged with accusation.

finally turned his head, his cold eyes cutting into her. "I didn’t realize I needed your permission to start

chill in his tone. It was only words, but she

she stammered, shrinking back slightly but still trying to recover. "I just thought you might appreciate my contribution to your

to the papers, "you’re

the others, his

liked to dominate a room, Ziva didn’t take kindly to her father’s cool treatment, and it showed in the scowl that carved

have been far worse if not for your daughter, Violet, stopping it," James, one of Angus’s

hearing it recited like a trophy in front of her father tore

small nod. "Just

nails dug into her

her to our side would be difficult. I mean compared to your other children...." Jericho offered cautiously, glancing at Ziva as if trying to soften the blow. "She’s been raised

defeat you? Wouldn’t it be an advantage to remove her before she reaches

Let me be the one

thought, venom coiling in

as if all they had done was tell him

father. I’m worried about you,

said, "When we get to that bridge, we’d cross

protest but Angus had already

asked Jericho, "can you

in effort." Jericho replied. "Why? Do you want him eliminated before he kills more of our