Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 679

Chapter 679: Sent To Kill Her

As soon as the shock wore off, anger surged through Violet like fire.

"You!" Violet jabbed a finger at the girl. "She’s Angus’ daughter! She was sent to kill me."

Violet didn’t just say it, she announced it.

Immediately, the cardinal alphas’ posture went taut. Their eyes hardened like steel, and the temperature in the dungeon dropped with how lethal they suddenly felt.

If looks carried physical power, Hannah would’ve been six feet under already.

"What?" Hannah blanched. "No! I—"

But Violet let out a humorless chuckle. "Please. Do you think I don’t know about the army of children Angus manufactured? What did you expect? That I’d welcome you with open arms just because we share DNA? So you can stab me in the back later? News flash, I saw that one coming before you even opened your mouth."

"No, no, you don’t understand," Hannah said quickly, desperation bleeding into her voice. "I wasn’t sent here to kill you. Sure, Ziva sent me to keep an eye on you—"

"Ziva," Violet hissed, the name tasting like poison on her tongue. She had never even met this sister of hers face-to-face, yet

hatred spiked in her chest.

Hannah swallowed hard at the murderous look in Violet’s eyes. This was not going how she planned.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Taryn smirking, clearly enjoying her misery way too much.

Her jaw tightened. "The point is..." she managed through gritted teeth, "I followed you here on purpose to talk, and tell I’m on your side."

Taryn chimed in. "It sure didn’t look that way when you were sneaking around like some sewer rat trying not to be seen."

Hannah closed her eyes and dragged in a long, suffering breath. That fucking bargain-bin Mufasa was beginning to get on her nerves.

"I don’t mean any harm!" Hannah blurted.

"I’ll be the judge of that," Asher said, stepping forward, a menacing energy around him.

It was instinct the way Hannah retreated deeper into her cell quickly. She already knew what Asher was capable of, and didn’t like him one damn bit.

Asher’s gaze followed the motion like a predator noting prey. "You wouldn’t be afraid if you had nothing to lose."

Hannah hissed back, lowering her gaze from Asher, "Sorry if I don’t trust you enough not to compel me into killing myself. I know exactly what you are, puppet master."

Asher didn’t even flinch at the insult. He replied unbothered, "Perhaps, you should."

"Fine," Violet said. "I’ll vouch for you. Asher won’t harm you, and only ask the necessary questions."

Hannah stiffened, unsure.

Alaric picked up on it immediately. "It’s the only way we’ll trust you."

"Yes, Violet’s little sister," Roman chimed in, stepping behind Asher and placing two large hands on his shoulders as if warming up a fighter before a match. "We can do this the peaceful way, which is honestly easier for you." His thumbs pressed into Asher’s tense muscles. "Or Asher..." he squeezed pointedly, "...will still break your will and get what he wants."

Roman ended with a bright, unhelpful grin.

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