Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 698

Chapter 698: He Wanted Death

It was safe to say everyone was shell-shocked. None of them had seen Cane’s reaction coming, least of all his allies. And right now, they were embarrassed to death.

To think this pathetic fool was the Alpha they had risked their lives rebelling for? They stared at him in frozen disbelief, shame burning through them. Not that any of them could truly understand the nightmare Cane had just lived through. It was the sort of terror that tears a man open and strips him down to nothing.

"You disgrace!" Alpha Rowland roared from his spot on the ground. He always had a huge temper, and right now his body shook with the fury of humiliation.

It wasn’t enough that he had been stripped down to nothing, but the bastard responsible for dragging them all into this rebellion couldn’t even take defeat like a champ. Instead, he was here, whimpering like a woman? That was not just a personal insult, but a disgrace to his identity as a member of the West pack.

They died like heroes, not like chickens.

He said coldly, "Perhaps I should end you with my hands instead."

Rowland lunged at Cane with a frustrated roar, but before he got close enough, Aeron gave him a sucker punch that dropped him flat with a thud.

"Fuck!" Rowland groaned on the floor, clutching his bleeding nose.

Aeron looked down at him, "You should be pleading for your life at this point, not behaving like an uncultured animal."

"Rowland..." Alpha Drake quickly crouched beside him. "You should calm down."

Alpha Rowland sat up, cursing under his breath. He glared up at Aeron, who wasn’t even ruffled.

Aeron growled, "Try anything stupid again and you’ll be the first to die."

But Rowland scoffed. Did he think he was afraid of death? Unlike pathetic Cane, he wouldn’t cower in the face of the inevitable.

Aeron left him but stayed close, his sharp eyes watching his every move.

"Don’t bother them, Rowland. Not if we want to survive this," Drake warned.

"We’re not going to survive this. We attacked Asher Nightshade and attempted a forceful takeover, remember?" Rowland muttered. "Who keeps rebels alive? The West pack shows no mercy." He gritted his teeth. "I shouldn’t have trusted Cane’s capability. What could the bastard do so special anyway? I should have taken the pack for myself. Now look at this mess."

Then Drake nudged him, intentionally keeping his voice low. "Not if I speak up for you."

"What?" Rowland narrowed his eyes, suspicion building inside of him. "What do you mean speak for me?"

Drake gulped, then gathered his courage. "Just like you said, Cane was a terrible choice. I realized it at the last minute and made the necessary choices. So ... I led them here."

Immediately, Rowland froze, a bell ringing in his mind. It dawned on him Drake had betrayed them. He set them up. Memories of all the time they were seated together orchestrating their plans flashed through his head — and to think one of them was a snake all along.

Drake, sensing the shift in Rowland’s demeanor, tried to soften the blow. "It’s just as I thought, he failed in the end. But Ezra is honorable, and he gave me his word. All you need to do now is show repentance, and I’ll speak for you...."

Unknown to him, every word only fanned the wildfire inside Rowland. Drake didn’t even notice the way Rowland’s fist tightened, shaking with fury.

He continued speaking, "It’s best to remain docile now and let me handle—ugh—"

Drake’s sentence cut off with a strangled gasp. He looked down to find Rowland’s fist buried in his chest. The wolf had punched straight into him.

"You—" Drake choked, blood dripping from his mouth. "How could you—?"

The disbelief in his eyes meant nothing to Rowland, whose face was carved with righteous fury.

It all happened so fast that not even Aeron, standing right beside them, could interfere. Shock rolled through eveyone in the field like a cold wind. The lesser wolves stared in horror at the sight of their supposed pack leaders murdering each other. It dawned on them too late how catastrophic their decisions of joining them had been. They were doomed.

Rowland twisted his hand deeper inside Drake’s chest, crushing the heart so there was no chance of survival. Drake groaned, choking on his own blood, staring at the dark glint in Rowland’s eyes as the life drained out of him.

"Unlike you," Rowland snarled, "I’d rather die with honor. See you in hell."

With one final crushing twist, he tore what remained of his selfish heart and shoved Drake away.

Drake fell to the side, his face frozen in permanent disbelief that Rowland would end him. Then the light in his eyes died out for good.

For a moment, silence washed over everyone.

Then Ezra muttered dryly, "Finally, one problem taken off my hands. Tonight just keeps getting better."

Cane stared at Drake’s body in horror. Whether it was grief for a fallen ally or terror of where Drake’s soul had just gone, no one could tell. But judging by the petrified look in his eyes, it was likely the latter.

It didn’t help either that Rowland turned those cold, steel eyes on him, and the soul left his body. Rowland was coming for him.

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