Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 830

Chapter 830: In Three Days

"No way!"

"How is that even possible? That doesn’t make sense!"

"Violet Purple? But she was with us this whole time! How the hell did we not know?"

The room practically shook with the shouts of disbelief and confusion. To think Violet Purple had been among them all along and they had not recognized her as Angus spawn. No, the shock was too much for them to handle.

It was only Irene who remained unsurprised and calm in the middle of the uproar because she knew the truth.

Nancy had opened up to her. Probably because she was a fellow woman. A mother too. And perhaps because, out of all the Alpha parents, Irene had always shown the strongest support toward Violet from the very beginning.

Sure, the other parents of the Cardinal Alphas were tied to Violet now through their sons being mates and all. But they had never been close enough for Nancy to trust them with something this enormous.

Telling them their sons were alive and relatively unharmed had been enough. At least, until Angus and his reckless mouth decided otherwise.

Unlike Angus, who looked positively delighted by the commotion his confession had caused, Ziva stood beside him with a darkened expression.

Her hands were clenched so tightly at her sides that her nails nearly cut into her palms.

She hated this. Hated the way Angus’s chest had practically puffed with pride the moment Violet’s name left his mouth. As if she were some prized treasure. As if she were the only daughter worth claiming.

Ziva’s jaw tightened. She was the one who had done all the heavy lifting. The one who had stayed by his side. The one who had schemed, bled, and dirtied her hands for him.

And yet even now, standing right beside him in the middle of his grand return, he had not once introduced her as his daughter.

Only Violet.

Always Violet.

No one cared about her. No one ever did.

And what made it worse was the ugly little truth curling at the pit of her stomach, that

even if Angus did announce her now, it would never hold the same weight.

Because she was only a witch hybrid. She was not powerful or politically useful like Violet. Not like his precious half-Fae, half-werewolf daughter. His beloved daughter. The same daughter who was actively working against him even now.

The thought made something vicious twist inside her. It made her want to tear someone apart. But Ziva swallowed it down. For now.

Soon enough, Angus would be King. When that happened, Violet would no longer be useful to him. Then Ziva would have her revenge.

The thought alone made dark satisfaction settle in her chest. It would be fun, she thought, to break Violet. To strip away all the things that made people look at her like she was special. Maybe then, they would all finally see there was nothing so extraordinary about Violet after all.

While the room still spiraled from Angus’s confession, Irene faced Angus.

"If Violet is your daughter," she said, "then doesn’t that make her your heir?"

That got Angus’s attention. So did the room’s.

Irene continued smoothly, her expression unreadable. "Is that your intention? To place her on the throne? Because if so, that would make sense."

Her eyes flicked briefly toward Elijah’s unconscious body on the floor before returning to Angus.

"Elijah, after all, has no heir. And Violet, in this case, is more than strong enough to become the next Alpha Queen."

For the briefest second, Angus looked caught off guard. Then he recovered quickly, a slow smile creeping across his face. It seems Irene Hale was more conniving than he thought.

While it seemed like she had asked an innocent question, all she did was plant the dangerous idea into the minds of the gathered alphas. And in doing so, she had very deliberately shifted the attention in the room from him to Violet.

"Of course, Violet is my heir," Angus agreed, his voice carrying with ease. "And she will rule one day."

He emphasized the words "one day". Not now. Not while he was still breathing.

Then he continued, with the same calm arrogance that made several wolves bristle from their position, "But for now, I am here to take back my rightful position as King."

Leon scoffed.

"Rightful position as King?" he repeated in disbelief, as though the very phrase had insulted him personally. "Are you kidding me?"

His face hardened almost instantly.

"Elijah wronged us by lying about your death, but you, Angus, committed a far worse crime by practicing dark magic."

A murmur rippled through the room.

Leon pressed on.

"We should be discussing your execution right now."

"He’s right," Caspian concurred, stepping in before the silence could settle. "For someone who committed such a heinous crime, you should be here on your knees begging for forgiveness, not standing there making foolish claims to the throne."

Just like that, the sub-alphas found their courage, encouraged by the confidence of their Alphas.

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