Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 751

Chapter 751: Take My Throne

Just like President Roy, Alpha King Elijah had called a meeting of his own. At that moment, all the Alphas and sub-Alphas of the various wolf packs were gathered within the king’s palace.

Unlike the others, the West Pack had the smallest representation—if not nearly nonexistent. Alpha Ezra Kings had officially taken temporary charge of the West Pack in Alpha Asher’s absence, that is, if he was still alive.

No one said it aloud, but the other sub-alphas clearly thought the cardinal alphas were gone.

It had been two weeks, and there had been no sign of them. No messages nor sightings. Many believed their parents were clinging to false hope. After all, not even the seers nor the priestesses had spoken of them and that alone was damning.

If the cardinal alphas were still alive, why hadn’t the Goddess answered? Unless—

their Alphas were not telling the whole truth.

Chattering filled the hall as the alphas fell into tense, low conversations, every discussion circling back to the virus. It was bad enough that a drug existed capable of granting humans unnatural strength, but now one of their own had been killed in a public attack.

That alone was enough to stoke their fury.

The announcement rippled through the hall like a struck bell.

"The Alpha King arrives!"

At once, conversations snapped shut mid-sentence while the wolves straightened instinctively, their spines stiffening as the massive doors opened.

Alpha King Elijah entered without haste.

He did not need guards flanking him, not when his presence alone was enough. Every wolf in the hall lowered their head in respect as he walked between them. Until he reached the front of the hall, only then did he turn.

His gaze swept across the gathered alphas and sub-alphas, assessing each of them. He counted them silently, making sure everyone was in attendance.

After a moment, he nodded once, satisfied.

"You may rise."

The wolves straightened, shoulders squaring as they lifted their heads. No one sat down and that alone spoke volumes. This was an emergency, after all, blood had been spilled.

A few whispers still continued, but they faded quickly as Elijah raised a hand.

"I will not waste your time," he said, his voice calm but carrying effortlessly across the hall. "You all know why you are here."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"There has been a rise in targeted attacks against werewolves," Elijah continued. "One confirmed death of one of our own, and alongside that, the emergence of a strange outbreak spreading through Aster City. Today, we are gathered to shed light on what is happening."

Except someone scoffed loudly.

Then a sub-alpha stepped forward. He was broad-shouldered and visibly furious, the lines of his face carved deep with grief and rage.

"Are we truly here to shed light," he snapped, "or are we here to demand justice for a wolf who was beaten and slaughtered like nothing by a human?"

A surge of growls and approving murmurs followed.

The sub-alpha’s fists clenched. "Ken was South Pack. One of ours and he was mocked while he died."

"And whose fault is that?" a sub-alpha from the East snapped. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

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