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."

one, the advisors filed out

I need

circumstances, her father’s summons would have filled her with pride. But

who stood with her hands clasped behind her back,

you need, Father?" Her voice carried a sharp

tone. Women and their need for drama. Still, he needed her, and he

"You’re angry," he observed.

my emotions mattered since my opinions clearly

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

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

muttered, reluctant

his arms. She stepped into his embrace

girl," Angus whispered, smiling as he lifted her chin and brushed his lips against hers. But Ziva wasn’t satisfied with that. She wanted more—more reassurance, more possession—and threw

it. Angus was

in the meeting," he began, voice smooth and calculated, "I

"Of course, Father. Anything you want."

a visit," Angus said, his tone low. "A dream visit. I’ll need you to perform the

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

said, satisfied. "I’ll

of the room

on his bed while Lauren, Layla, and of 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

now, Father,"

his eyes fluttering shut without

she hadn’t physically assaulted her just hours ago. Layla resented her sister with every fiber of her

Angus’s breathing steadied, Ziva dropped the bowl and reached for a small dagger. The metal glinted sharply under

"Hand," she ordered.

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