Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 667

Chapter 667: United Family

Joseph groaned under his breath. "Drama queen."

"I said—" Vera snapped at him, jabbing a finger at the screen,"—find me the mean werewolves. The bullies. The ones no one will sympathize with. The wolves who abuse their human spouses. Because for the first time there won’t be a shield protecting them."

She breathed, "I need my horsemen to start the apocalypse. They’re going to help me burn this world to the ground!"

From the look Jordan and Joseph shared, it was obvious they thought she had lost her mind.

Then, as if she had not lost it, Vera composed herself, smoothing her expression into a pleasant smile.

"Chop chop, we’re working against a clock. I want results while I go check on our brother." She turned away, muttering under her breath, "Hopefully he’s not wasted this time."

Except when Vera pushed open the door to Patrick’s quarters without knocking, it was the stench of alcohol that hit her instantly.

Empty bottles were everywhere. On the floor and on the mattress while Patrick lay sprawled across the bed, his face slack with drunken sleep.

You have got to be kidding her!

Vera’s lip curled in disgust.

This was her brother? Once the brain of this whole revolution was now a drunk rotting in his own mess.

Annoyed, Vera kicked the mattress hard. But Patrick didn’t wake.

Her jaw tightened and she kicked him again, viciously enough that one of the bottles rolled onto the floor, shattering.

And that woke Patrick.

He groaned, swatting at the air like she was a mosquito. "Ugh, go away."

Vera folded her arms, voice ice-cold. "Really Elias? Is this how it’s going to be?"

Patrick forced himself to sit up, his eyes bloodshot. "What the hell do you want?"

Vera stepped closer, her shadow looming over him.

"Are you seriously asking me that right now?" Vera shouted at him, eyes flashing. "We are finally doing something that will make our ancestors proud, and you’re drowning yourself in cheap liquor."

Patrick let out a humorless laugh.

"Our ancestors would definitely be proud of you," he said with biting sarcasm as he lay back down.

"Are you kidding me, Elias?" Vera yelled, her voice rising with frustration.

That made him snap. He sat up and glared at her.

"What do you want from me, Vera? You’re already spearheading the operation I started, while I’m tossed aside like I don’t matter. So tell me, what else could you possibly want?"

Vera blinked.

Oh.

So that was it.

Her baby brother wasn’t lazy. He was only being resentful.

Her voice softened, losing its bite for the first time. "You still matter, Elias. You’re the one who extended the drug’s active phase from five minutes to thirty. That breakthrough was yours. I could never take the glory for that."

But Patrick scoffed. "Yeah, I’m only needed when there’s a modification to Ignis. After that I’m useless and left in this god-forsaken room." He gestured around the shabby quarters.

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