Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 700

Chapter 700: A Jealous Mate

Whatever happened next with the West Pack, Adele didn’t care. She dragged her mate back to the pack house, determined to get him somewhere safe. Micah had sacrificed enough for them already. They should be grateful he was still breathing.

Because deep down, Adele knew if anything had happened to Micah, none of them would have cared. They would have probably muttered, "Good riddance," relieved that the demon son of Angus was finally gone.

Adele couldn’t even blame them. She had once seen him through that same lens until the goddess tied their souls together. Her mate wasn’t what they painted him to be. Sure, he could be a menace when he wanted to be, but she knew Micah’s heart.

He was goodness and light, whether the world deserved him or not. And right now,

she feared the day he would break himself trying to prove that to people who might never stop stereotyping him until the day he was gone

As soon as they stepped inside the packhouse, Nancy King was the first to approach them.

"Your Highness," she said, bowing slightly, pride warming her features. "Thank you. If it hadn’t been for your help, we would have lost far more wolves tonight. You ended the war before it even began."

The sincerity in her tone took Adele aback.

Maybe there was hope. Maybe, with time, the Goddess’ hand would help them see Micah for who he truly was.

Micah puffed his chest a little. "Well, thank you. I did what any bro—" he nearly slipped, catching himself, "—friend would do. Violet is dear to me, and Asher is the rightful heir to the West Pack, no matter what anyone says."

Nancy nodded gratefully before turning to Adele. "The Goddess was kind enough to bless you with him. Rest. I’ll ensure no one disturbs either of you tonight." Her voice carried layered meaning that Adele caught every thread of it.

Adele nodded. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

Nancy gave a subtle wink and moved on.

Micah immediately grinned so wide she was surprised his jaw didn’t snap.

"What?" Adele arched a brow when he wouldn’t stop giving her that stupid, smug look.

"’Resting up?’ Micah said with a suggestive tone, "Is that what we’re going to do?"

"Shut up and lead the way, Micah." She tried to sound annoyed, but the tiny smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.

"I should warn you," he said cockily, "I’m actually so drained it might take me hours to recharge to a hundred percent, honey."

Adele stopped and pinned him with a hard stare. "Lead. The. Way. Micah."

His smirk deepened. "I like it when you boss me around, honey."

Adele scoffed, completely done with him.

"Come on," Micah chuckled, reached for her hand, and intertwined their fingers. "Let’s go."

And together, they disappeared down the corridor.

As soon as they entered his room, Adele paused, scanning the space with a critical eye.

"At least they know how to treat you well," she said sarcastically, taking in the spacious layout.

The room was large enough with soft light warming the dark interior. The massive bed with thick furs, and velvet pillows rested against the far side. A wardrobe stood in the corner and the fireplace was lit, filling the air with heat. It was luxurious enough for royalty.

When Adele turned back, Micah was standing there, still in his bloodied, ripped clothes, looking at her with that annoyingly expectant expression.

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