Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 694

Chapter 694: Nothing Ever Worked Smoothly

Throwing Alpha Marlow under the bus and then using his mansion as the base of their rebellion had to be one of the most diabolical betrayals of the century.

But Micah understood why they chose it.

Marlow’s estate was huge and sat at the edge of West Pack territory, where the forest thickened and the ground sloped downward into ravines, making it hard to penetrate.

For a sub-alpha, it was impressive; however, nothing was ever truly impenetrable. Marlow had built this estate to protect his wealth and indulgent lifestyle, but now Cane had repurposed it to protect a rebellion.

Micah took it all in and smirked inwardly.

No wonder they felt secure enough to plan treason here.

There were werewolves everywhere, and the only reason he hadn’t been caught was because he kept weaving his charm, ensuring anyone who glanced his way simply overlooked him.

He had removed his cloak and switched into normal clothing, blending in better with the wolves. Not that it would truly save him from being recognized. He might not be one of the famous cardinal alphas, but most wolves still knew the former Alpha King’s demon son locked away in Lunaris Academy. But none would dare speak, not while under his control

And for once, Micah actually came to love his gift or rather, love who he was. To think the fate of the West Pack rested on him, a half-demon. He could only imagine the faces of the werewolves when this goes down in history.

"How long until we get there?" Micah asked in a low voice. His powers were beginning to drain; this was the first time he had ever stretched his charm over so many people for so long. He could feel the strain tugging at him.

"Just two more turns," one of the guards replied.

Micah looked ahead, but the corridor stretched far before the next bend. He couldn’t wait to get this over with. All he needed was to be within ten meters, and the guard would get rid of Cane while under manipulation.

"Move faster then!" he urged them. If he slipped here, he was as good as dead. There were wolves everywhere and there was only one of him. And with his power draining, it was safe to say he didn’t like the odds.

But Micah should have known nothing ever went well.

Just as they made it past the first turn, another set of guards stepped out from the corner. As usual, Micah let his charm wash over them and kept moving, unbothered. Except a voice cut through the air suddenly and froze him in place.

"Where are the three of you headed?"

Micah halted immediately, brows pulling tight. He turned and scanned the scans wondering what had gone wrong.

Then his mouth twitched.

Oh fuck.

A mated wolf.

Of all nights, he had to run into the one thing immune to his sexual appeal. Fated mates were so rare he hadn’t calculated the possibility of running into one.

"I asked you a question!" the wolf barked, already reaching for the weapon slung at his side. "Who the hell is he?" He pointed straight at Micah.

There were two others behind him, tense and alert. Micah pushed his charm toward them, but they were already agitated, the adrenaline spiking through their systems, and making it harder to charm them. He could feel them resisting his sexual appeal. Fighting him.

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