Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 662

Chapter 662: The First Horsemen

Their apartment stunk. It was the smell of Stale beer and fried onions, the kind that crawled into the walls and stayed there because no one cared enough to wash it out.

Noah moved through the cramped kitchen, setting two mismatched plates on the wobbly table. Then he scooped instant noodles into one, and reheated yesterday’s stew for the other.

The boy wiped the rim of his father’s plate with the corner of his shirt, not out of affection, but because if it looked messy, Anthony would complain.

For a moment, Noah just stared at the food.

This was dinner for his father and nothing for himself. His stomach growled, but he ignored it. He had a shift soon. The diner didn’t allow staff to eat on the clock.

So he set the spoon down and walked to the living room, where Anthony sat in his sagging recliner, eyes glued to a sports rerun. Beer cans formed a castle around him, a sight that made Noah’s nose crumple in disgust.

Ever since his father lost his job, and then his wife, the man had become a couch potato. He did nothing but sit down drinking, watching TV and complaining about pretty much everything all day long.

"Dinner’s ready," Noah announced.

Anthony grunted, not taking his eyes off the screen.

Noah placed the plate on the small folding table beside him, then reached for his jacket near the front door. It still smelled faintly of grease and dish soap from last night’s shift. But there was nothing he could do about it

He was just slipping on the jacket when the TV suddenly switched from sports to the news.

BREAKING — LUNARIS ACADEMY PRESS CONFERENCE.

The volume blasted through the apartment.

A reporter appeared on-screen, with Principal Jameson speaking in a split-screen behind her.

Noah paused mid-step, his eyes glued to the screen.

Lunaris Academy was the oldest and most prestigious werewolf academy in the nation. No one ever ignored a scandal from that place.

"What the hell is that?" Anthony muttered, snatching the remote and turning up the volume even more.

"...assaulted a human student, Daisy Fairchild nearly resulted in a drowning incident..."

Noah’s breath hitched. He had seen that clip. It had gone viral and was practically all everyone could talk about.

Anthony suddenly slammed his beer can on the table, startling him. "Unbelievable. One of those mutts nearly kills a human, and she walks away with an expulsion?"

He scoffed harshly. "Total bullshit."

His father drained what was left of his beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Back in the day," Anthony grumbled, "those damn werewolves knew their place. They hid in forests living off scraps. But now, they’re on the news, living like celebrities."

Noah knew exactly why he hated them so much. His mother had left their family for a werewolf. Anthony never recovered from the humiliation.

He jabbed a finger at the screen, the glare caught in his bloodshot eyes.

"You know why she gets away with it?" he snarled. "Because she’s one of them." His voice had gone flat with hate. "They’ve wormed their way into everything — positions, power, fancy schools. They’re multiplying, corrupting, and changing people. Mark my words, at this rate there won’t be a truly human soul left. Everyone will carry a scrap of their blood."

Noah swallowed hard, staring at the floor. He understood his father’s anger but a small part of him wondered what it would be like to have even a fraction of werewolf blood. To be strong, fast, and untouchable. Maybe then he wouldn’t feel so weak. So pathetic.

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