Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 629

Chapter 629: Return My Throne

At that information, Elijah’s eyes widened. "He really said that?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Christian replied. "Usually, I’d take that as the raving of a madman, but considering what’s happened lately, especially regarding Violet Purple, what if the same thing occurred here? A portal opened and took them?"

"Took them to where?" Elijah fired at him.

"That, I have no idea, Your Majesty. But what if this is all Violet Purple’s doing? We have no idea what she’s capable of. The children are smart, they must have realized you were coming for her, so they vanished," Christian surmised.

Elijah rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. "No, that can’t be it. I might not know my dear niece very well, but the girl’s no coward. And Asher wouldn’t abandon his pack like that. He knows how dangerous it is to leave, especially after that rebellion. Whatever happened, I don’t think the kids had a choice."

He looked up. "Investigate deeper. Check if someone else infiltrated the Pack House during that time. Let’s hope Violet hasn’t fallen into the hands of her father."

Christian’s eyes widened. "Are you saying—" He stopped when the Alpha King gave him a sharp look. The name "Angus" was forbidden here.

Still, something didn’t add up. "If he wanted Violet Purple, why take the Alphas too?" Christian asked carefully.

"Because mates are a package deal," Elijah replied. "You can’t take one without the others losing their minds from the bond. However..." He paused, his tone darkening. "Call it instinct, but I don’t think this is his doing. We’re missing something vital here."

Something clicked in Elijah’s mind. "What about Violet’s mother? Did you find out what kind of creature she is to have given the girl such power?"

Christian hesitated, glancing toward the door to ensure no one was eavesdropping. "About that..." he began carefully. "We do know his existence"—he emphasized the word—"was kept extremely low. So even investigating who he might have had relations with, without mentioning names, is difficult. However, I received information about a healer who supposedly nursed him back to health. The timing fits and all evidence points to her being Violet’s mother. But there’s literally no information about her since his you-know-who-I’m talking-about, lived practically like a ghost."

Elijah had no words to say especially knowing how sensitive the topic of this conversation was. If news got out that Angus was still alive.....he didn’t even want to think about it.

Finally, Elijah made up his mind. "Hire the help of witches."

"Eeh—" Christian’s eyes widened.

"Enquire about Violet Purple’s whereabouts," Elijah ordered, his tone sharp. "No matter the cost."

"O-of course, Your Majesty." Christian bowed quickly and left.

As soon as Christian was gone, he slumped on the seat with a weary groan. He stared at the clock on the wall, it was nearly one in the morning. They had been working out this problem for hours now.

He reached for his tablet and replayed the footage of Violet and Alaric levitating in the air as the warehouse disintegrated into nothing. The image burned into his mind. He’d never seen power like that. What kind of abomination had his brother unleashed this time?

Elijah knew sleeping that night was out of the question. Atleast, not until Violet’s whereabouts was disclosed. President Roy would expect an update tomorrow and he had nothing for him.

He decided to go through the pile of work email waiting for him. Hence it came as a surprise when he began to doze off minutes later. At first, he fought against it, shaking his head as if trying to dispel the heaviness but it was useless.

Moments later, Elijah’s head fell forward onto the desk, the tablet slipping from his hand as the Alpha King drifted—helplessly and unnaturally—into a deep, consuming sleep.

Elijah knew he was dreaming the moment his surroundings changed. A second ago, he’d been in his quarters at the North Pack, drowning in reports. Now, he stood in the middle of his own throne room, and it was silent, and uneasily empty. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

What kind of cosmic joke was this?

Then came a voice that froze his blood.

"Hello, brother."

Elijah stiffened, the sound crawling through his veins like ice. Slowly, he turned and there he was.

Angus. His brother. In flesh and blood.

It had been what again? Seventeen, eighteen years? Yet he hadn’t aged a day. The same jet-black hair. The same amber eyes. That same accursed handsome face they’d both inherited from their beautiful mother.

"Been a while, little brother," Angus said with that arrogant smirk Elijah remembered all too well.

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