Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503: Bring Violet To My Side

What happened next was Ziva snapping. "No one threatens my father like that!"

Her magic rose, a blinding pulse of heat and light that slammed into Micah’s chest and hurled him to the floor. The impact stole his breath, pain lancing through his ribs as he groaned.

"That’s enough!" Angus thundered.

"But, Father—" Ziva started, her voice loud and indignant.

"I said enough!" Angus’s bellow rattled the very walls. "You will not touch my son again!"

For a moment, one could almost think Angus cared — or maybe he did, in his own twisted, blackened way — but Micah wasn’t about to feel flattered.

Ziva’s lips pressed into a pout, her magic still sizzling faintly at her fingertips before she forced it to fade. With a sharp exhale, she stepped back, subdued but glaring at Micah like she wished she could finish the job when no one was watching.

Micah forced himself to his feet, saying, "You shouldn’t bother with Violet. You can’t sink your twisted claws into her."

"But you can," Angus countered without missing a beat.

He rose from the throne and walked towards him, every step a slow assertion of dominance. He stopped just in front of Micah, close enough that Micah could see the faint, cruel smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"You can convince her," Angus said, his voice brimming with conviction, like it was already decided. "Convince her that I’m not so bad, that what I’m doing is for the well-being of the wolves."

Micah snorted, his lip curling. "Is that what you tell yourself so you can sleep at night? That all this madness is for the future of the wolves and not your own ambition?"

But Angus’ gaze was cold, and terrifyingly sure. "I am creating the next generation of were-kind. A kind with no limitations, and full of power. The kind that will stand up to humans, because they are not our friends."

Something in Micah snapped. "Everything has order, and what you’re doing is tearing it apart!" His voice rose, raw, the cracks of old wounds bleeding into every word. "You have no business intentionally creating children who belong to no one — children caught between worlds, never truly claimed by either!"

He took a step closer, his chest heaving, the memories he’d buried clawing their way to the surface. "You don’t know what it’s like to be a victim of someone’s madness and still move on with life as if it’s nothing. I lived it, and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy, especially not on Violet. So you can go fuck yourself, father."

The silence that followed afterwards was charged, as if even the walls had absorbed those heavy words.

For a long moment, Angus just stared at him. There was no sign if Micah’s words had landed anywhere near his heart.

Then, slowly, that cruel smile returned, stretching with unnerving calm.

"You mistake me for someone who builds for love, Micah," he said almost like a father soothing an ignorant child. "I don’t care if they feel they belong. I care that they survive and that they are strong enough to crush anyone who dares to stand in their way."

He began to circle Micah like a predator, his tone low and poisonous.

"You speak as if pain is the enemy. But Pain shapes us. It breaks the weak and tempers the worthy. You would rather they live soft lives and die soft deaths."

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