Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 668

Chapter 668: It’s Her BirthRight

Had anyone told Asher Nightshade that a day would come when he and the other Cardinal Alphas would sit together discussing the affairs of their mate, he would have laughed them out of the room.

Sharing one mate?

That was a far stretched fantasy.

In the past, Asher had always assumed he would one day choose a wife — someone he could control, and would not bother him — after he claimed the Alpha King’s throne. That throne had been his purpose, his obsession. The fight for it had fractured his bond with the other Cardinals, but it gave him something to live for.

But now?

Now they weren’t just brothers. They were family. And only when he truly felt that unity did he finally understand how powerful they were together and why Elijah had wanted them divided all along.

He should have known.

The boys had all taken up different corners of the room, and though they all had a shared purpose of gathering here, they couldn’t help but stare at each other in an awkward manner.

Alaric was the first to break the silence, his piercing blue gaze fixed on Roman. "How did we even get to this point? Because I knew I always hated your ass."

Roman smirked. "Yeah, well, same here, you smug bastard. Always acting like your bloodline was better than ours, when in reality you all are..." He stopped himself before the words slipped too far. Even for him, that was crossing a line.

Alaric knew exactly what Roman had been about to say. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t bite back. There was truth in Roman’s unfinished insult and, strangely, he didn’t feel the urge to fight his mate-in-law. Not this time. Roman hadn’t meant it as an attack.

"Yeah," Griffin said. "I’d say we’ve come too far, considering I’d rather die than be caught with a Nightshade." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

He didn’t mean it as an insult, though it sounded like one.

The message was clear. The East Pack treated their women like goddesses, while the West treated theirs like property. With such opposing values, Asher and Griffin should have never gotten along.

"Yeah," Asher said in his husky tone, a strange heaviness rising in his chest. "I never thought I’d tolerate you guys." He paused, clearing his throat. "Or that you’d tolerate me."

Roman made a face. "Well, you have your charming days."

Alaric snorted, half-laughing.

Griffin leaned back. "We all know it’s because of one person. Someone we have to protect by all means."

All three of them nodded in agreement.

Asher asked, slipping into business mode, "What do we know about the Fae realm so far?"

"Nothing much," Alaric replied. "Aside from a few fables scattered through human texts, I doubt the legitimacy of most of them."

"One thing’s for sure, they hate iron. It’s as poisonous to them as silver is to us," Griffin said.

"So we dip our claws in iron?" Roman suggested.

Alaric shook his head, expression flat. "We’re in an unknown realm. Where exactly do you expect us to find iron?"

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