Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 883

Chapter 883: Kill Angus Tonight

"What do you think happened, Violet Purple?" Elijah retorted coldly. "Your father wants his throne back."

The disdain laced through the Alpha King’s voice was impossible to miss, and just like that, they were back to finger-pointing and blaming.

Violet raised a brow. "And whose fault is that, brother to my father?" she returned evenly.

The title alone was enough to provoke him.

Elijah’s eyes blazed dangerously, but Violet remained perfectly still beneath his glare. Unlike him, her own anger came with consequences now. Lives had already been lost today, and Elijah Richmond was not worth losing control over.

What irritated Violet most was how quickly his attitude had shifted.

Just minutes ago, he had looked like a man cornered by fear and desperation. Yet now that she was standing here, suddenly he remembered he was Alpha King again, throwing his weight around like she was still the same girl he once intimidated in the past.

Unfortunately for him, that Violet no longer existed. If Elijah needed her help, then he would learn to speak to her with respect.

"Can we not do this?" Irene cut in.

Though she spoke to both of them, her gaze remained fixed on Elijah, silently reprimanding him. "Quarreling amongst ourselves hasn’t gotten us anywhere so far."

That single look from Irene was enough to remind Elijah of tonight’s failures, and just like that, he stood down.

Leon stated grimly.

"We cannot allow Angus to become king. Not now. Not ever."

At least he didn’t refer to Angus as her father. Violet found herself oddly relieved by that.

It irritated her how quickly Elijah had linked her to a man whose only contribution to her life had been biological. The same thing had happened to Micah for years, isolated and judged because of Angus despite never truly having a father-son relationship with him.

Leon went on, "Angus never stood trial for the dark ritual he committed years ago, despite tainting his bloodline in the process. That alone should have disqualified him from ever becoming Alpha King."

His expression hardened further.

"And now? He has raised his hand against the wolves, spilled the blood of his own kind, all to seize a throne that no longer belongs to him." Leon’s voice turned cold. "That is not a forgivable crime."

"Unfortunately, he has Roman and Aeron," Ezra pointed out heavily.

The atmosphere inside the room tightened.

"He’s going to use them as leverage." Ezra looked directly at Violet now. "Roman is your mate, and the Matebond demands loyalty above all else. You would do anything necessary to bring him back alive, even if it means giving in to Angus’s demands. And that," he finished carefully, "is going to become a problem."

"You’re right," Violet admitted without hesitation.

Eveyone aside her mates, Alaric and Asher, looked surprised she agreed so easily.

"I will do everything necessary to bring Roman back alive. But Angus won’t be a problem." She held their stare, her eyes burning with determination, "I’ll get rid of him. Trust me."

Murmurs spread quietly through the room as the Alphas exchanged glances with one another, silently communicating through years of leadership and battle experience.

There was doubt. Not because they underestimated Violet, but because they had seen what Angus was capable of. Violet hadn’t.

Right at that moment, the door to the room opened and a flushed-looking Micah appeared in the hallway.

"You have got to be kidding me." He looked around in disbelief. "A whole meeting without me?"

Then his eyes landed on Violet.

"Well," he muttered, "guess the kids weren’t lying after all."

Apparently, the rumors surrounding Violet Purple had spread through Lunaris Academy.

Micah shut the door behind him and walked into the room. He stopped directly in front of Violet, his hands twitching awkwardly at his sides as though debating whether or not he was supposed to hug her.

This sibling thing between them was still painfully weird. Very weird. In the end, he settled for placing both hands on his waist instead.

"You look better," he commented honestly.

Violet looked him over.

"You look worse."

Micah winced appreciatively at the brutal honesty. To be fair, he looked terrible.

He was still sporting injuries from the battle hours earlier, his healing progressing slower than usual thanks to whatever magic had been thrown around during the fight.

"Gee, thanks," he muttered.

Then silence settled awkwardly between them.

Unfortunately, it didn’t help that everyone else in the room was openly staring with curious expressions like they were expecting some emotional sibling reunion or magical bonding moment. It was uncomfortable as hell.

"I’ll sit now," Micah announced matter-of-factly.

Without waiting for permission, he walked toward one of the empty chairs and dropped into it heavily. Crossing one leg over the other, he glanced around the room casually.

"So," he asked, "where were you guys?"

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