Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 861

Chapter 861: Don’t Go To Duskmoon Village

Getting separated from Adele again had to be the worst form of torture for Micah.

After that incident at the Academy, when the witches had the nerve to lay their hands on his mate, he had spent the entire day buried deeply in her sweet warmth, grounding himself in her presence, reassuring himself over and over that she was fine and unharmed.

That alone had kept him from returning to Lunaris and tearing those devil spawns apart. It would have been a delight to torment them endlessly in hell. That was all his demon side wanted. It craved blood and demanded revenge.

But the more rational part of him acknowledged that they had, in their own twisted way, helped him break through the mental barrier that had restricted his teleportation. Unconventional or not, it had worked.

They were just lucky Adele had occupied him. Simple as that.

After a full day of "recharging," he finally left for the Alpha King’s residence, where he was brought up to speed almost immediately. Angus had returned—and he wanted his position back.

Unfortunately, Nancy had been injured, and his ever-kind mate, as usual, had insisted on going to heal her. That left Micah alone with a room full of alphas, all of whom were now looking to him for a solution on how to deal with his... "father."

Suddenly, he was being acknowledged as Angus’s son. Just not in a way he would have ever wanted. Piece of shit, all of them.

"So what are we waiting for?!" one of the sub-alphas snapped. "I say we don’t wait till tomorrow. We storm Duskmoon Village and get rid of him!"

"So you’d bring the fight to his domain? How very smart of you," Micah replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

The alpha glared at him. "You have a better idea, demon?" he sneered.

"Better watch your tongue," Elijah cut in, his voice carrying enough weight to silence the room. "That’s my nephew you’re talking to. Don’t make me regret allowing you lowly sub-alphas into this meeting. It’s beginning to seem like you lot are only good at taking orders from your respective wardens."

A ripple of low growls moved through the sub-alphas at the blatant insult.

Truth was, there was barely any real difference between an alpha and a sub-alpha. Strength wise, they stood on nearly equal ground. The only thing separating them was title and authority. If a sub-alpha challenged an alpha and won, the position would change hands without question.

But the title still mattered. Sub-alphas were leaders of smaller packs, operating under the supervision of the alphas. Yet the word "sub" carried a meaning of its own; it meant lesser, smaller, beneath. That was enough to sound like an insult to them.

Micah was taken aback by his uncle’s response. That had to be one of the first times his uncle had ever defended him.

Nah. He didn’t plan on getting used to that.

Elijah was probably just playing nice now that he was being "useful" to him.

Before the tension could escalate further, the cardinal alphas, or rather, half of them, stormed into the room.

"Micah, my brother-in-law!" that weirdo Roman called out, throwing himself into his arms before he could even react.

The scene was ridiculous, with Micah standing stiffly while Roman hugged him without a care in the world.

"I can’t believe I’m saying this..." Roman’s voice slipped into Griffin’s mind, his walls completely down. "But I’m glad Violet’s far away from this conniving pervert."

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