Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 628: Visit My Brother

Duskmoon Hollow

There was nothing but silence, the advisors looking at Angus for an answer.

Angus finally spoke. "Those are just pups. They don’t hold a candle to me."

"Four powerful pups," Ziva muttered.

"I’m powerful too."

"But you’re just one. There’s strength in numbers,"

Of course, while Ziva appeared concerned for her father, the truth remained she only wanted a reason to get rid of Violet.

Angus looked at her, his tone calm but firm. "I understand your concern, but I cannot make a move against them. They’re mated to Violet, at least three of them are. And if you’ve ever experienced the loss of a mate..." There was emotion in Angus’s voice now, as if he were speaking from experience.

"...it’s enough to make one lose their mind. If I’m going to use Violet, I need her mind intact. Not to mention, this bond is necessary. The only way to control this powerful daughter of mine is through her mates."

At last, Angus revealed why he wasn’t bothered about Violet’s growing powers.

Unlike the advisors, who were clearly impressed with his reasoning, Ziva felt completely defeated. No matter how much she fought, Violet was too damn lucky.

Angus, of course, wasn’t blind to Ziva’s intent. He admired her ruthlessness, but her emotions often clouded her judgment. Still, she was useful, and for now, she’d do just fine.

Angus instructed, "Jericho, gather the witches. Have them locate Patrick and place a cloaking spell on him."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Jericho replied with a respectful bow.

Angus straightened. "That will be all for now. You may leave."

filed

I need you

have filled her with pride. But tonight, she had been nothing

face his daughter, who stood with her

Father?" Her voice

tone. Women and their need for drama. Still, he needed her, and he could indulge her when necessary. Besides, she wasn’t entirely unbearable; she could be...

"You’re angry," he observed.

I? I didn’t realize my emotions mattered since my opinions clearly

murmured, smirking. "So that’s the problem. Fine, Daddy’s sorry. Is that

her anger, but the apology—rare as it was—disarmed

muttered, reluctant

said, spreading his arms. She stepped into his embrace

brushed his lips against hers. But Ziva wasn’t satisfied with that. She wanted more—more reassurance, more

it. Angus was hers and

they finally pulled apart, Angus smiled. "Since you felt neglected in the meeting," he began, voice smooth and calculated, "I was hoping

gleamed. "Of course, Father. Anything you want." She clasped his hands eagerly, her excitement

to pay my brother a visit," Angus said, his tone low.

Lauren and Layla. They’ll lend their strength, and

satisfied. "I’ll

ran out of the room to

course Ziva stood over him. The eldest sister held a small bowl filled with a strange dark paste. She dipped her fingers into it and smeared the mixture across Angus’s forehead, drawing a crooked symbol while muttering a string of

should sleep now,

obeyed, his eyes fluttering shut without

she watched. The nerve of that bitch to ask for their help as if she hadn’t physically assaulted her just hours ago. Layla resented her sister with every fiber of her being, but defying

for a small dagger. The metal

"Hand," she ordered.

drawing blood. Layla cursed under her breath, but Ziva had already moved on to Lauren, who winced as the blade grazed her