Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 791

Chapter 791: Come Back Home

"No, you don’t understand." Ezra argued, shaking his head in denial, "Angus couldn’t possibly be Violet’s father. He died several years before she was even born."

"Or so you were led to believe by the Council of Elders, and Elijah himself, who benefited greatly from having his brother removed." Asher said it easily, like he was reading from a history textbook.

Ezra stumbled back a step, shell-shocked.

He wanted to reject it outright. After all, they were just kids. What did they know about politics that old? But this was Asher and he didn’t speak unless he had facts.

Ezra slowly lifted his eyes toward Violet and now that he truly looked at her, he saw it.

Those eyes.

Angus’ were a shade darker, colder perhaps but the structure, the intensity, and the sharpness behind them were his.

Quite alright.

"So," Nancy began slowly, her voice tight with confusion, "I don’t know werewolf history very well but isn’t Micah’s father the former Alpha King?"

Her brows were drawn together, as if she was piecing together a puzzle she didn’t like the outcome of.

"Yes, Mother," Violet answered. "Micah is my brother. My half-brother."

"Goddess above," Nancy breathed, swallowing hard.

"And he’s not the only one," Violet added.

Ezra’s head snapped up. "What do you mean by that?"

"While the wolves thought he was dead," Roman cut in casually, "Papa Angus was busy distributing his seed like some twisted cat distribution system. He has eight other children scattered out there."

"What?!" Ezra and Nancy shouted at the same time.

"Is this some sort of joke?" Ezra demanded, looking genuinely traumatized.

"Seven actually," Alaric corrected flatly. "He killed one of his daughters."

Nancy pressed a hand to her mouth. "I think I’m going to be sick."

Violet spoke, her eyes fixed on Ezra.

"I know this is too much to take in. And we’ve barely even scratched the surface of the truth. But we’re telling you now because there’s no more time. Angus is making his next move even as we speak."

It dawned on Ezra.

"You want me to tell the others," he realized.

"Unlike Elijah’s intentions, the truth cannot be buried forever," Asher said evenly. "And speaking of truth, what has happened since our disappearance?"

Ezra straightened, drawing in a deep breath.

"A lot," he said grimly. "Your alphas revolted."

"My father’s alphas," Asher corrected wryly. "Not mine. Though I can’t say I’m surprised."

His eyes moved to Ezra with quiet pride.

"Since you’re standing here alive, I assume you handled it."

"Barely," Ezra admitted. "I don’t know what to do with the surviving alphas. Or the tension in the pack. They believe you’re dead."

His gaze lifted to the mirror.

"All of you."

Griffin said. "Well, now that you’ve seen us, you can tell my mother I’m fine." He turned to the others. "All of our parents."

Nancy shook her head. "And what exactly do we tell them? That Angus, the former Alpha King, is alive and Violet’s father?" She let out a hollow breath. "I don’t see them swallowing that with everything else going on."

Ezra rubbed his hand down his face. "We already have a zombie epidemic in Aster City. Surely they can believe their sons spoke to us through a mirror."

The Cardinal Alphas went still.

Asher’s eyes narrowed instantly. "What do you mean by zombie epidemic?"

Alaric frowned. "What zombie epidemic?"

Roman blinked. "Wait. Are we approaching the apocalypse now? Because I’d like some notice before the end of the world."

"Yeah, I think I’ll sit this one out," Nancy muttered, moving to the edge of the bed. Her knees felt weak. She couldn’t stand anymore.

Ezra shot her a concerned look but didn’t push. Instead, he turned back to the mirror and, over the next few minutes, carefully narrated the events that led to the emergence of the zombie outbreak — how the first case came about, the rapid spread, the containment zones, the emergency meetings, and contingency plans.

The room grew quieter with every detail.

"At least they can’t turn werewolves into zombies," Griffin said at last, a faint relief in his voice. "That would be devastating."

"Not yet," Asher said ominously. "We would be idiots to rule out the possibility of the virus mutating. Nothing about its emergence feels natural in the first place."

"Wait a minute," Roman said slowly. "You’re trying to say this is supernatural?"

His expression shifted as a dangerous thought crept in.

"...That the goddess—"

He shook his head quickly, as if physically rejecting the idea.

"No. No way."

He looked at Asher like he’d just committed blasphemy. "Why would you even think that?"

Asher’s gaze didn’t waver.

"Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that humans have been ingesting Ignis for a while with no effect. And then suddenly one human rips out a werewolf’s heart and consumes it on the night of a full moon. Doesn’t that sound like the kind of act that invites a curse?"

"Or perhaps it ties back to the prophecy Violet told me about. The one Mary gave her about Night coming. A war." He lifted a brow. "And the goddess placing her final bet."

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