Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 829

Chapter 829: Unveiling

The girl who accompanied Angus was, of course, none other than Ziva. And right now, she wore a smug smile, openly relishing the shock on the faces around her as they took in her father.

As they should.

Lilian and the other witches remained outside, dealing with any werewolf guards foolish enough to interfere. They had arrived under the cover of a massive sleeping spell, one that had swept through the perimeter and knocked out most of the guards where they stood.

But not all of them had been caught within its radius and those who weren’t, well, they hadn’t lasted long enough to be a problem.

"Angus."

The name slipped from someone’s lips.

It was the usurper. The so-called current Alpha King. Or more accurately, his brother, Elijah.

At the mention of that name, everything changed. The air tightened.

"Angus?"

"Former Alpha King Angus?"

The name spread across the room like a cursed thing, whispered from one mouth to another ominously.

Ziva nearly sneered at the one who had dared to call him former. For all she knew, her father had never stopped being king.

And now, they were all about to remember it.

Recognition began to dawn on the faces of the sub-alphas who hadn’t identified Angus at first glance. One by one, their expressions changed from confusion into realization, and realization twisting into fear.

A low murmur rippled through the hall, growing louder with each passing second.

Eyes darted between Elijah and the man who stood in the entrance like a ghost dragged back from the grave.

What was he doing here?

"Peace be on this house," Angus said dramatically, spreading his arms wide as though he were some honored guest arriving at a celebration, and had not just crashed an important meeting.

He turned to Elijah, who stood a few feet away from him looking ready to tear the walls apart. Angus smiled wickedly.

"Little brother," he drawled, "how could you not invite the main character to his own unveiling?" He placed a hand over his chest in mock offense. "I’m hurt."

Elijah’s lips peeled back in a snarl.

"Get out."

The amusement on Angus’ face thinned almost instantly, leaving behind an unsettling coldness.

His face hardened as he said, voice low and dangerous, "Make me."

Elijah did not call for his men. Not when they were either unconscious outside or already dead.

Instead, he bared his teeth, sharp and glinting beneath the lights, before releasing a roar so violent it reverberated through the entire meeting room, rattling nerves and making a few of the weaker wolves flinch where they stood.

Ziva recognized the shift in him immediately and instinctively moved to step forward. But Angus lifted a hand, stopping her before she could interfere.

She looked up at him, questioning but the look he gave her in return said enough. He could fight his own battles. So she stayed back.

And when Elijah charged at him with claws out, eyes wild, every inch of him moving with the full intention to maim, Angus did not move from his spot. Not even an inch.

He simply stood there as Elijah struck once.

Then again, and again. His claws swiped left and right in a frenzy of violence, aiming for the flesh, bone, or something that would tear, split, bleed.

Except nothing happened. To Elijah’s shock and dismay, his claws could not penetrate Angus’ skin no matter how hard he struck. It didn’t matter the force he put behind it, it was like trying to cut through stone.

A trace of confusion crossed Elijah’s features. It was followed by disbelief and finally something dangerously close to fear.

Bewildered, he looked up at his brother with wide, disbelieving eyes and Angus laughed. A deep, ugly guffaw that carried far too much amusement for Elijah’s liking.

"You didn’t seriously think you were the only one wearing charms, did you?" Angus mocked.

Everyone in that room knew he was talking

Elijah’s necklace, the one made to ward off psychic attacks from the likes of his heir candidate, Asher Nightshade.

Realization dawned on Elijah. Though he tried to bury it quickly, his brother caught that tiny flicker of fear. That moment of weakness.

The smile that spread across Angus’ face after that was pure devilish delight. Without warning, he grabbed Elijah by the throat, lifting him clean off the ground.

A collective gasp was heard through the room. Elijah’s feet kicked uselessly in the air, his fingers clawing at Angus’s wrist, but it did nothing.

Yes, Angus was far stronger now. The witches had seen to that. Their spells were imbued into his body, sharpening his muscles, and every ounce of his Alpha strength.

He had not come into this room unprepared. He was here to take what rightfully belonged to him.

There was perhaps no quicker way to kill hope than to watch your once powerful Alpha King get lifted off the floor like he was nothing more than a mere boy.

A ripple of panic spread through the sub-alphas almost instantly, nervous sweat gathering along their brows. Even the Alphas looked visibly shaken. This was no ordinary display of strength, but a public humiliation.

Angus wasn’t just overpowering Elijah. He was making a vicious statement.

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