Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 832

Chapter 832: Step Down As Alpha King

"We want an explanation for this! You don’t get to stay silent!"

"It must have been entertaining for you, laughing behind our backs, thinking we were fools."

The wolves were angry. And frankly, no one could fault them for it. They had just watched their once-assumed dead Alpha King walk straight into the room, very much alive.

That meant not only had Elijah kept the truth from them all this while, but he had also wrongfully ascended the throne. Perhaps the fact that he had made them serve him when he did not deserve it angered them the most.

However, a room full of hot-tempered wolves was far from ideal. Hence, Irene had Elijah seated as far away from the others as physically possible before anyone got ideas and did something irreversible.

Even then, getting through any sort of sensible conversation with the wolves was difficult. Not with the way they were all ranting over one another, voices rising, frustrations spilling out without restraint.

"This is a mess," Sub-Alpha Will growled, dragging a hand through his hair in visible agitation. "How was he even able to become Alpha King when Angus was still alive?!"

He genuinely could not wrap his head around it.

Another wolf answered before Elijah could.

"He must’ve exploited some kind of loophole," he spat. "He and that trickish-as-hell Council of Elders must’ve done something to make the Goddess condone it."

If a cheetah could visibly roll its eyes, that had to be Roman right now.

Angus nearly dying was the loophole, he muttered inwardly, since apparently no one in this room had the sense to think that far.

Roman still remained in his beast form, especially now that murderous energy was practically leaking off every Alpha in the room.

And it wasn’t hard to guess what they all wanted to do right now. Especially the sub-alphas. Goddess knew he hated Elijah’s ass too, but killing him now would only create more problems.

No matter his crimes, the wolves still needed a leader to keep them in line. Such was their way of life.

Another wolf gave a harsh laugh.

"I think you’re all avoiding the real question here," he said, his tone dark. "What exactly are we supposed to do now?"

"Not we," another sub-alpha corrected sharply, glaring hard at Elijah from across the room. "He."

His lip curled.

"What is he going to do about this?"

There was something in his eyes that said if Irene hadn’t forced some level of order into this room, he’d already be trying to get his answer in a far more effective way.

"Of course, he’s going to step down!" one wolf shouted.

That should have been the obvious answer.

But then Elijah scoffed, and the sound alone was enough to make heads turn.

And the arrogant little smirk that followed said everything.

Yeah. Fat chance.

That did not go over well.

Growls reverberated through the room almost instantly, not just from one wolf, but several. The sound swelled and layered until it seemed to press into the walls themselves, thick with challenge, hostility, and the dangerous edge of violence.

Click. Click.

The sudden sound made the room go even stiller.

Elijah’s security detail—who had apparently woken up from their forced nap—raised their weapons and cocked their guns, silver bullets loaded and ready to tear into anyone stupid enough to lunge.

Werewolves were fast. But not fast enough to outrun a bullet already fired.

Especially not silver. Even if it didn’t kill outright, it would leave them writhing and half-dead on the floor.

Just like Christian.

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