Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 509

Chapter 509: Duskmoon Hollow

Girls her age should be sneaking out of the house to secretly attend a party where she would kiss her crush, not dragging a prisoner as prey to her cannibalistic-eating sister.

Angus’ breeding obsession had never stopped at demons, Fae, witches, or humans. No. This time, he’d aimed for a perfect, pure-blooded werewolf heir. But what he got instead was much worse.

The goddess had cursed him.

Bree was no wolf. She was a wendigo.

Wendigo were cannibalistic-eating creatures. No one knew the true story of how they came to existence, but in the old stories, they were beings twisted by hunger until they devoured their own kind. In Bree’s case, she was more feared since she’s a wendigo born into a werewolf bloodline.

Bree had done nothing to deserve it, but the sins of her father had simply been visited on her.

As expected, Angus had been furious with the outcome, but he hadn’t killed her. Wendigos were dangerous, but they could also be useful. Her appetite for raw flesh made her a threat even to her own family, so she was locked away in an underground cell.

The twins, Lauren and Layla, were mostly in charge of Bree since they used their mental powers to control and groom her to their father’s will. And right now, Hannah had been sent to do the one thing she hated most. Feed her.

The man’s head lolled forward as Hannah dragged him by the rope binding his ankles, his body leaving a smeared trail of blood on the floor. He was still breathing, but not for long. By the time Bree was done with him, not even the bones would be left.

The corridor to Bree’s sublevel dungeon was narrow and steep, lined with stones that seemed to drink in the torchlight. The deeper she went, the colder it became, until her breath began to mist in the air.

That was Ziva’s doing. The rune carved into the arch above the final door exhaled a constant, unnatural chill that weakened Bree, slowing her enough to keep her from tearing through the walls and slaughtering them all.

Every few weeks, Angus ordered her moved to the hunting grounds, where she can tear through whatever "prey" he throws inside. The preys were mostly traitors from his people and her hunts were as much execution as entertainment. After each hunt, she’s dragged back to the Frozen Chamber, where she paces like a caged animal until the cold slows her again.

In one word, Bree was the perfect instrument to keep the villagers in check and anyone else that dared to betray him.

By the time Hannah reached the bottom, the frost on the walls had thickened into jagged spines. The guards moved aside without a word, none of them volunteering to help her.

One of them unlatched the first gate, then the second, while the man’s eyelids fluttered, a groan escaping his cracked lips.

"Lucky you," Hannah muttered sarcastically, just as the third gate was unlocked. She stepped close enough to feel the cold prick her skin.

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