Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 502

Chapter 502: Angus Family

"You do know sending for me is better than dragging me out like this," Micah said through gritted teeth as he pushed himself off the cold floor, the impact still rattling through his bones.

He dusted himself off and finally looked up only for his breath to hitch.

Micah recognized Elijah’s palace at first sight. He had grown up here, running through these halls as a boy thinking the world was his until life had taught him differently.

But that wasn’t what rooted him to the spot. It was the sight of Angus sitting on Elijah’s throne. Or more precisely, what used to be his throne. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The throne was carved from a single slab of obsidian, its surface polished so dark it devoured the light around it. The back rose high in jagged peaks, crowned with gold inlays. The armrests curved into snarling wolf heads, fangs bared as if forever guarding the one who sat there, their eyes set with tiny shards of moonstone. Crimson leather cushioned the seat, stitched with crescent patterns marking the Alpha King’s divine right. At the base, the moon goddess’s sigil was etched deep into the floor, worn smooth by centuries of Alpha kings who had ruled before.

And Angus had draped himself across the seat of power like it belonged to him.

Of course, he wasn’t alone.

"Hello, brother."

"Ziva." Micah spat the name like it was poison on his tongue.

Ziva stepped out from behind the throne, her fingertips crackling with magic, each spark leaping and dying against her pale skin. She was his father’s third child and the one who had dared to summon him here as if he were some obedient servant to appear at their every whim.

Born of his father’s union with a powerful witch, Ziva was easily the most dangerous of them all. She had slit her own mother’s throat and drained every drop of her magic just to claim that power for herself—an offering to their father and his endless hunger for dominance.

She practically worshipped the ground Angus walked on, hanging on his every command. From what Micah found out, she had even shared his bed in the hope of bearing him an heir.

Yes. Their presence together was as nauseating as it was unholy.

"To what do I owe this... abduction?"

Micah’s words dripped with venom, because this was far from a visit and they had yanked him here against his will.

His eyes didn’t leave Ziva as he spoke, but his tone carried to Angus as well. Micah’s shoulders were squared, the set of his jaw daring either of them to push it further. The air between them was thick, and charged like the moment before lightning struck.

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