Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 828

Chapter 828: The Devil Arrives

"Planning would suggest something more nefarious. More like working together to expose the ugly lie you’ve kept hidden all this while."

It was Caspian who spoke, his tone so cold he sounded nothing like the person he had been moments ago.

Elijah turned to stare at him.

"You too?"

Disbelief flashed across his face, raw and unguarded for the briefest second. Then a harsh laugh tore from his throat. It echoed around the hall, dry and jagged, bouncing off the walls until it finally died. And when it did, every trace of humor vanished from his face.

"And what exactly did you intend to achieve with this?" he asked, his voice turning so thin and brittle in the way something fragile could snap at any moment. It was almost unsettling.

"To dethrone me? Fine. Go ahead. Try it."

He looked around the room wildly.

"Who would rule after me? You?" he pointed at Irene. Then Leon. "Or perhaps one of the rest of you, waiting like vultures for a throne that does not belong to you?"

His lips curled in disgust.

"All of you. Your greed knows no bounds. You would rather tear each other apart than live long enough to see one territory rise over the other."

"That is not the point, Elijah!" Irene shouted back, rage blazing in her eyes. "The point is you acknowledging that you were wrong for withholding the truth from us!"

"The truth?" Elijah let out another harsh laugh, but this one carried no humor at all.

Only madness.

His gaze swept the room, taking in every face turned toward him with suspicion, doubt, and accusation.

He snarled.

"The truth is that your Alpha King Angus, in his greed for power, summoned a demon. A move that destroyed him."

He jabbed a finger against his own chest, his eyes wide with fury.

"Me! He destroyed me! My dreams! My entire life! My whole future!"

No one spoke knowing what he was talking about. His inability to spawn an heir. The room had gone so still it felt as though even breathing had paused.

Elijah raged on.

"The attack left him incapacitated. Close to death. No amount of healing could save him. The Council of Elders knew that truth would bring nothing but chaos. They knew the older alphas, your greedy parents, would start circling the throne like vultures. After all, I was nothing but a pup. So they declared him dead and made me Alpha King."

He looked around the room, daring anyone to challenge him.

"Tell me then, what would you have had me do? Speak!"

A few of the sub-alphas visibly winced beneath the weight of his dominance. When no one answered, a cruel smile stretched across Elijah’s lips.

"Thought as much."

"You could have fought for your throne," Ezra finally said.

All eyes turned to him.

Ezra stood there, unyielding.

"It’s in every wolf’s blood to want more," he continued. "To rise. To dominate. To claim power. They would have come for the throne, yes. But you could have defended it. You could have proven yourself worthy of becoming King."

His voice hardened.

"But instead, you clung to it like a coward." You built your foundation on lies and doomed us all. Because Angus is alive. And he is coming for his throne."

Murmurs erupted around the hall.

Almost as if Ezra had jinxed his own luck, a voice suddenly rang from outside.

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