Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 666

Chapter 666: Find The Remaining Horsemen

The Turner’s secret Hideout

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It was the witching hour, but not everyone slept. Beneath an abandoned warehouse, The Turners were wide awake manufacturing chaos.

From the outside, the building was nothing more than a rotting warehouse on the pier, with the windows cracked, roof sagging, and a rusted sign clinging to the wall by one bolt. Anyone who passed by would assume it was condemned.

Because that was the point.

Beneath the warehouse, hidden behind a false panel in the floor and accessed by a freight elevator, was the real operation:

The Turner’s underground lab.

Rows of stainless-steel tables stretched across the concrete bunker, cluttered with trays of syringes, vials filled with milky liquid, and bags of chemical compounds. The Industrial ventilation fans hummed overhead, struggling against the sting of chemicals in the air.

A voice called her attention. "The boy has taken the bait, madam. He just placed an order for another supply."

At once, Vera’s red lips curved into a slow, pleased smile. Not that she hadn’t seen it coming, but it was exciting knowing her plan was taking shape.

"So my first horseman has been activated," She tapped her short fingers against the woman’s working table. "How many more doses before the drug kills him?"

"One..." the worker replied without hesitation. "Two, if he’s extremely lucky. He should already be feeling the side effects."

Vera hummed thoughtfully. "He won’t stop. Not now. He’s already hooked. The drug fills the void in him and gives him a purpose. He’d crawl through hell to get it again."

They walked toward another workstation where multiple monitors showed live feeds inside Noah and Anthony’s small apartment from all angles.

Yes. They were watching.

What Noah and dear Anthony don’t know was that Vera Turner had specifically picked them. Then she secretly installed cameras inside their homes. Not that either of them would have noticed, the father was always drunk, while the boy was too busy trying to meet up with life.

On-screen, Noah was curled in his bed, shivering violently. His face was pale and damp with sweat, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. The crash after IGNIS was brutal, more than double the withdrawal of ordinary drugs. But it was the pain that kept users crawling back for more.

"He’s a first-time user?" Vera asked to be sure.

"According to our files, yes. Average student. Poor. Isolated. Lives with an alcoholic father who hates werewolves." The woman asked her, "Why choose the boy? Why not the father? His hatred is worse."

Vera chuckled.

"Because men like the father are all bark and no teeth. Cowards with loud voices. But the boy—" she leaned down, studying Noah’s shaking form on the monitor "—he’s naive, lonely, and desperate. Vulnerable. People like him don’t just break, they shatter. He’s perfect for the role."

She straightened, eyes gleaming. "Although, I hope he overcomes the withdrawal enough to fulfill his purpose."

A brilliant thought hit her.

"For his next supply," she said, "don’t just deliver it. Demand a demonstration. Push him toward the direction we want, if you know what I mean."

The worker nodded with assurance. "Understood, ma’am."

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