Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 572

Chapter 572: Elijah’s Intention

"Griffin Hale and Violet Purple are in the North pack," Christian reported to him.

Elijah’s eyes narrowed. "Go on."

"It took a lot of confirming on my side," Christian continued, "but it’s true. Violet is now mated to Alaric Storm. She currently bears three bonds with your heirs."

"Impossible!" Elijah shot to his feet, shocked. "That can’t be."

"I know, Your Majesty," Christian said quickly. "I could hardly believe it myself. But it has been verified. Some members of the pack were present when it happened.

Apparently, Zara Storm opposed Violet and clashed with Alaric over her. I don’t have all the details yet, but from what I’ve gathered, they personally witnessed the mating process, and saw the rune appear on Violet’s body with their own eyes."

Elijah didn’t show even a trace of emotion at the news that his heir and Violet had mated in front of the North pack. No, they could mate in front of the entire world and he wouldn’t so much as blink.

What truly stunned him was the third bond.

A freaking third bond.

No one in the entire history of werewolves had ever possessed three bonds. This wasn’t just rare — it was an abnormality. Where others foolishly called it a blessing, Elijah saw it for what it was: something dangerous. Whether this anomaly would ultimately benefit him or destroy everything he’d built, he couldn’t say yet.

Slowly, Elijah sat back in his seat. His earlier agitation vanished, and was replaced by a calculated calm as he stroked his jaw, deeply in thought. "So Violet Purple is collecting my heirs, one after the other."

"That seems to be the case, Your Majesty," Christian replied carefully.

Elijah’s gaze sharpened. "Have you found anything about her mother? Who is she? What is she?" he emphasized.

Christian swallowed. "I’m afraid, Your Majesty, I have no clue. Your brother, Angus, has always kept a low profile since his disgrace, and Violet’s mother even worse. It’s as if she literally doesn’t exist."

He continued. "My sources say there isn’t a single trace of Violet’s DNA within reach. Even at her previous school, when they conducted mandatory health checkups, her blood caused complications. According to their report, Violet’s blood spoiled almost instantly after being drawn. It branded her a freak, and eventually, they gave up trying. They had no choice but to leave her alone."

"A creature whose blood spoils the moment it’s drawn?" Elijah murmured, thinking. "Definitely not a werewolf. Perhaps a witch? Her blood could have been spelled, hidden so it can’t be traced."

"The boys must know," Christian pointed out. "Relationships that tight are built on shared secrets. Secrets they know you should never discover."

Elijah’s lips thinned. "Griffin, Roman, and Alaric would never speak. Not when they see me as a threat to her. As her mates, they’d protect her at any cost. That leaves only Asher. But Asher—"

"Would never utter a word," Christian finished, the words slipping out before he could stop them. Realizing his mistake, he quickly bowed his head. "Forgive me, Your Majesty."

"You’re right," Elijah said, brushing off the apology with ease. "Asher would keep his silence, even with a knife at his throat. And if my memory serves me, he once had a relationship with Violet himself." His eyes gleamed dangerously. "Something tells me she’s not done collecting my heirs. Asher is next."

Christian asked with anticipation. "What would you have me do, Your Majesty?"

"Tell the men not to make a move," Elijah ordered. "Just keep watch. Report every detail of their movements to me. If Asher is to be mated next, they’ll return to the West pack soon enough." A cold smile touched his lips. "And when they do, we’ll have ourselves one big family reunion."

"What would you do, Your Majesty?" Christian asked, burning with curiosity. "Would you kill Violet Purple?"

Elijah’s lips formed what wasn’t quite a smile. "Depends on whose side she stands on, mine or Angus’s. That will decide her fate. Until then, she needs to learn some discipline. Also, about Caspian..."

Earlier that evening, Caspian had excused himself, claiming a family emergency that required his immediate return to the North pack.

"Good. That will be all for now," Elijah said, rising to his feet. He staggered slightly, perhaps from the excess wine or the sheer weight of responsibility pressing down on his shoulders. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

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