Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 628

Chapter 628: Visit My Brother

Duskmoon Hollow

There was nothing but silence, the advisors looking at Angus for an answer.

Angus finally spoke. "Those are just pups. They don’t hold a candle to me."

"Four powerful pups," Ziva muttered.

"I’m powerful too."

"But you’re just one. There’s strength in numbers,"

Of course, while Ziva appeared concerned for her father, the truth remained she only wanted a reason to get rid of Violet.

Angus looked at her, his tone calm but firm. "I understand your concern, but I cannot make a move against them. They’re mated to Violet, at least three of them are. And if you’ve ever experienced the loss of a mate..." There was emotion in Angus’s voice now, as if he were speaking from experience.

"...it’s enough to make one lose their mind. If I’m going to use Violet, I need her mind intact. Not to mention, this bond is necessary. The only way to control this powerful daughter of mine is through her mates." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

At last, Angus revealed why he wasn’t bothered about Violet’s growing powers.

Unlike the advisors, who were clearly impressed with his reasoning, Ziva felt completely defeated. No matter how much she fought, Violet was too damn lucky.

Angus, of course, wasn’t blind to Ziva’s intent. He admired her ruthlessness, but her emotions often clouded her judgment. Still, she was useful, and for now, she’d do just fine.

Angus instructed, "Jericho, gather the witches. Have them locate Patrick and place a cloaking spell on him."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Jericho replied with a respectful bow.

Angus straightened. "That will be all for now. You may leave."

One by one, the advisors filed out of the room, even Ziva.

"Not you, Ziva. I need you here."

Ziva halted immediately. Under normal circumstances, her father’s summons would have filled her with pride. But tonight, she had been nothing but humiliated since the meeting began.

Once the others left, Angus turned to face his daughter, who stood with her hands clasped behind her back, her expression unreadable.

"What do you need, Father?" Her voice carried a sharp edge.

Angus lifted a brow at her tone. Women and their need for drama. Still, he needed her, and he could indulge her when necessary. Besides, she wasn’t entirely unbearable; she could be... entertaining.

"You’re angry," he observed.

"Am I? I didn’t realize my emotions mattered since my opinions clearly don’t."

"Ahh," he murmured, smirking. "So that’s the problem. Fine, Daddy’s sorry. Is that okay?"

Ziva tried to hold onto her anger, but the apology—rare as it was—disarmed her.

"Fine," she muttered, reluctant but appeased.

"Come here," Angus said, spreading his arms. She stepped into his embrace without hesitation.

"Daddy’s sweet girl," Angus whispered, smiling as he lifted her chin and brushed his lips against hers. But Ziva wasn’t satisfied with that. She wanted more—more reassurance, more possession—and threw her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Yes. This was it. Angus was hers and hers alone.

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