Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 893

Chapter 893: Is He Dead?

"I really should not be doing this this early in the morning," Angus said, sounding almost inconvenienced by the entire situation. "Especially knowing Violet is most likely on her way here with every intention of separating my head from my shoulders."

He pressed his lips together, displeased.

"But then Ziva made a catastrophic mistake last night and somehow managed to get herself and several important witches killed."

For a moment, Roman simply stared at him without blinking. Wait a minute. Violet showed up last night and landed the first hit against the enemy before the battle even began?

Roman’s face immediately split into a crooked grin.

"Atta girl," he praised proudly out loud.

Angus closed his eyes briefly, saying a small prayer to help rein in his anger before he killed his nuisance of a hostage.

He opened them, saying coldly, "That reckless stunt cost me not only Ziva’s services, but also weakened the potency of the protection surrounding me."

Roman shrugged carelessly despite still kneeling.

"You started the fight. Don’t be a sore loser."

Angus’s eyes flashed dangerously and the next, his fist slammed directly into Roman’s face.

"Aww," Roman grunted harshly from the impact, his head whipping sideways hard enough for blood to immediately fill his mouth.

Beside him, Aeron growled a warning at Angus, not that he took it seriously.

Roman slowly straightened again, spitting blood onto the dirt. Thank the goddess he never got the chance to properly bond with Angus as some father figure because he fully intended to kill father dearest in the slowest way possible once he got his freedom. That is if Violet didn’t get to him first.

One of the wolves immediately handed Angus a clean handkerchief and he wiped the blood from his knuckle casually like punching prisoners was just another morning activity. Done, he tossed the stained cloth toward Roman’s face.

Roman dodged it with a glare filled with pure defiance. That only seemed to amuse Angus further.

"You see," Angus continued, pacing slowly in front of them, "the witches Violet killed last night were not ordinary witches. They were Coven Mothers. The ones responsible for maintaining and strengthening the protection runes on my body."

Roman was interested now. So the bastard was no longer that powerful? Except why was he telling them that? They were missing out on something here.

Angus told them, his tone almost educational now."Most spells are built to survive the test of time. But like every structure in existence, eventually strain appears when the foundation supporting it becomes damaged."

Aeron caught on immediately.

"Violet damaged your foundation," he concluded.

Angus snapped his finger. "Bingo." There was something deeply unsettling about the satisfaction in his face.

"There are chances she weakened the stability of the runes protecting me." His gaze darkened dangerously. "Which means before Violet arrives, I need to strengthen them again."

Roman suddenly did not like where this conversation was heading. Not one bit.

Then Angus’s smile turned outright devilish.

"And the two of you," he announced, looking between Roman and Aeron, "are going to remain here and watch exactly how that process works."

"Begin."

The moment the command left Angus’s mouth, the atmosphere across the hunting grounds shifted instantly.

Roman frowned when several wolves moved toward the cages holding the humans.

Both cage doors were violently yanked open and chaos immediately broke out.

Some of the humans tried bolting out in panic only to be brutally struck down before they even made it three steps.

One man was punched so hard Roman heard the crack from where he knelt. Another woman screamed before getting slammed face-first into the dirt.

Most of them were knocked unconscious instantly before being dragged from the cages like sacks of meat while the conscious ones fought desperately, clawing and begging for mercy.

One middle-aged man especially looked completely hysterical as he struggled against the wolves restraining him.

"Luke!" he cried toward one of the guards. "Luke, we’ve lived in this village for years!"

Tears streamed down the man’s face.

"You know us! We’re innocent!"

Roman’s sight zoomed in on the wolf named Luke. But the human’s plea might as well have fallen on a deaf ear because Luke didn’t show any reaction at all.

No guilt. No hesitation. Gone was the friendly neighbor the human clearly thought he knew. Standing there now was simply one of Angus’s soldiers, cold, empty and obedient.

Six humans in total were eventually dragged toward the witches waiting near the ceramic tub. The witches immediately positioned themselves around the victims like vultures circling dying prey.

It was then it hit Roman what was about to happen.

"Oh my God." Horror crossed his face fully now.

Aeron reached the same conclusion at the same time.

"Goddess above," He breathed. "They’re going to sacrifice them."

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