Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 903

Chapter 903: Child Of Yesterday

The metal pole smashed across Angus’s face with a deafening clang. He staggered sideways as the impact echoed through the throne room. There was an imprint in the metal showing just how hard Micah had hit him, yet Angus had taken it like a champ. That was not a compliment.

"Why don’t you tell that to my mother?!" Micah roared.

But that wasn’t enough.

He swung again.

Angus barely managed to throw up an arm before the pole connected with enough force to send him stumbling backward.

"Tell her how you summoned the demon that raped her!"

He struck again.

"Tell her how you destroyed her life!"

CLANG!

The pole finally snapped apart from the force of the repeated blows. Yet that didn’t seem to satisfy Micah. He had years of rage festering inside him, and now every bit of it was pouring out at once.

The demon prince vanished and reappeared beside Angus, driving the jagged remains of the pole into his ribs like a spear.

He claimed the runes made him impenetrable, right?

It was time to put that to the test.

Micah shoved harder.

The broken metal groaned against Angus’s body, but it was like trying to pierce a steel wall with a wooden knife. Even so, Angus grunted and slid backward across the floor from the sheer force Micah was applying.

"Say that to my face after turning me into this!" he screamed, eyes wide with fury, veins standing out across his forehead.

For the first time, sweat gathered on Angus’s brow. He strained against Micah, clearly not expecting this level of unhinged rage from him.

With a frustrated snarl, Micah vanished again.

Angus spun.

Too slow.

The pole crashed into the back of his head hard enough to make his vision flash white.

"What kind of person kills his own daughter?!"

Another hit.

"And while we’re at it—"

CLANG!

"Tell me why you thought we’d sweep all these crimes under the rug and let you become our king!"

"Damn," Violet breathed, watching the scene with open fascination. "That is one legitimate crash out."

The beating had become unsurprisingly personal.

"If he didn’t have those runes protecting him," Griffin admitted, "even I wouldn’t recover easily from a beating like that."

He visibly shuddered at the thought.

"Every spell has a loophole," Asher said, studying Angus with rapt attention. More specifically, he was studying his reactions and recovery time. "We just have to find it."

Angus finally caught the pole on the next swing, his fingers closing around the metal shaft. The floor beneath his feet cracked from the force. For the first time, his calm expression slipped.

"Are you finished?" he hissed.

"No."

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