Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 531

Chapter 531: Take Henry’s Place

Although the call hadn’t lasted long, Violet’s voice stirred Asher like fire in his veins, and he needed that now, walking into a room full of lions waiting to tear him alive.

Behind him, his Beta, Jeremiah, followed close. When they reached the door, the guard on duty made to announce his arrival, but Asher lifted a hand to silence him. It was best they didn’t see him coming.

Asher pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was alive with raucous laughter. Meat and wine flowed freely, the air thick with the smell of grease and smoke. The alphas sprawled in their seats like they owned the place, boasting and barking, trading stories loud enough to shake the rafters.

The atmosphere was rowdy and careless. A celebration that tasted too much like mockery, because the wolf who had held them all in chains for decades was dead.

Not that any could blame them.

But then Asher entered and one by one, heads turned. Just like that, the laughter faltered and the noise strangled into silence.

In that split second, their goblets froze mid-air, teeth no longer flashing. Sixteen pairs of eyes turned on him, measuring him.

Goblets froze mid-air, the smile gone from their faces. A few alphas scratched at their throats, their eyes cutting sidelong and avoiding direct gaze. Some gave him polite looks, while the bold ones stared at him with thinly veiled contempt.

Polite or not, Asher could smell it all. Pride, hunger and the sweet stink of ambition.

And they saw him too as the boy. The son. Henry’s blood — but not Henry.

A few of the alphas cleared their throats, feigning ease while the rest smirked like men humoring a child. A baby tiger playing at lion. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Alpha Asher," Dominic said smugly as he rose from the far end of the table. "We were just sharing stories of your father. Come, sit. Take wine. We are all family here."

But Asher didn’t respond. He just stared at the man, long enough for the silence to curdle into discomfort. Then without a word, he took the empty seat at the head of the table without asking.

That position was significant and represented Henry’s position when he was alive and now, Asher had taken it without permission. Without acknowledging the alphas who were already bristling at his audacity.

The statement was clear: the son had come to claim the father’s throne, and he would not ask.

"Enjoying yourselves?" Asher finally asked, his lips curving into that signature unsettling smile.

He wore no glasses tonight. His infamous slitted eyes were bared for all to see, slowly dragging across the table, pinning each alpha one by one.

Asher had been told time after time how unsettling his eyes could be. Some whispered they looked less like a man’s and more like a predator’s, as if something feral lurked beneath his skin. Worse still was the power hidden in them—the compulsion that could drag a man to his knees if he wished it.

The fact that Asher walked into this meeting without hiding them meant one thing.

He wasn’t here for pleasantries. He was out for a fight.

Rowland, broad-shouldered and quick-tempered, barked a laugh to cut the tension. "The cub glares like he thinks he’s grown claws. Careful, boy, baring your teeth doesn’t make you dangerous."

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