Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 482

Chapter 482: The Fucking Hero

"Oh, you certainly can’t say that," Micah said with a laugh that didn’t reach his eyes.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Asher’s brow arched instantly.

Micah straightened up, though he still made sure his body brushed Adele’s. That was the only thing keeping his sanity right now.

Unlike Roman and Violet, they weren’t going to be dramatic about the Matebond snapping in place between them. But the bond was there, pulsing under his skin like an annoying itch and demanding he claimed her.

Soon, though.

For now, there were more critical issues to deal with than surrendering to the mating frenzy. He would fight it for as long as he could and then, when they were finally alone, he’d devour her to his heart’s content.

Thankfully, Adele also had enough self-control not to tear his clothes off and rut him like an animal.

Not that he’d have minded.

Perfect match made in heaven, aye?

His voice cut through the tension. "There will be no mention of Henry’s contribution to this attack."

Asher’s head jerked toward him, a dangerous growl rumbling from his chest. That better be a joke. Micah had five seconds to laugh and take it back.

Sensing the shift in the air, Micah said calmly, "The moment Elijah finds out Henry was in league with Patrick, the Nightshade Clan as we know it is finished."

Alaric’s shoulders went rigid. "I don’t understand," he muttered, though the dread creeping into his voice said otherwise. "You’re protecting Henry?"

"No," Micah replied. "I’m protecting Asher."

"Over my dead body!" Asher snapped, his eyes glowing and his muscles tensed as his wolf rose to the surface.

Adele flinched, but Micah held firm.

"My uncle has been looking for an excuse to tear the West House down ever since the alphas challenged his rule by creating you four," Micah said. "What do you think he’ll do when he learns your father betrayed him?"

Asher’s chest heaved with his fists clenched.

"Elijah doesn’t forgive betrayal. He’ll use it to erase the Nightshade legacy, accuse you of treason by bloodline. Henry might have been a horrible man but he sure knew how to hold his pack together. But with him out of the way, you’re vulnerable. A scandal like this gives Elijah the perfect excuse to remove you and replace you with someone who answers to him."

"No. No, no..." Asher shook his head hard, as if trying to reject the thought completely. "I’m his heir!" he snarled. "He can’t lay a hand on me!"

Micah’s laugh was humorless. "You actually believe that? That Elijah cares about you? He has three other heirs. If one dies, there are three more to choose from. And between us, I think he’d sleep easier without the cleverest one around."

Asher froze on the spot. At this point, he wasn’t even breathing anymore. He stood so still one would compare him to a statue.

Micah pressed on. "So here’s the story. Eager to find his son who had gone off the radar with his friends, Henry tracked you here, and upon finding you mid-battle joined our side. He died in the explosion the enemy triggered, trying to protect us."

When no one spoke, Elijah added. This is the version we tell, unless, of course, you’d rather Elijah writes his own ending for us."

For a moment, there was silence.

Then Asher’s lips began to tremble, the emotion boiling just beneath the surface finally breaking through. But instead of lashing out, a tear slid down his cheek. Then a second. And a third.

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