Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 683

Chapter 683: Where Is Your Sister?

At first, Queen Seraphira couldn’t believe her eyes. She must be dreaming.

And yes, she was dreaming indeed.

Except it wasn’t by her own will. Angus had pulled her into this.

"Hello, Seraphira," her former husband and mate said casually, standing before her in the dream space.

Once upon a time, Seraphira would have been a little delighted to see him. But now, her once-shocked face twisted into something ugly.

With a roar of pure fury, Seraphira thrust out her hand and Angus was ripped off his feet, dragged toward her as if seized by an invisible force. She caught him by the throat the second he reached her, fingers tightening with lethal intent.

Her amethyst eyes blazed with anger.

"How did you pull me into a dream?" she hissed, her tone venomous. "How dare you? After everything you’ve done?"

But infuriating, arrogant Angus didn’t flinch. He didn’t even pretend to be scared. Instead, he laughed and then lifted something between them.

It was a necklace.

"Properties belonging to loved ones are enough of a link to pull someone into the dream world," he said smoothly, "Magic follows blood and bond."

Seraphira’s eyes dropped to the necklace dangling inches from her face.

It was a tiny gold chain woven with tiny runes while at its center hung a crescent moon carved from pale crystal.

Her mother had given her that necklace, and she had once thought it was lost until now.

And Angus had kept it.

But for what purpose? Did he think she would run back into his arms simply because he held onto a trinket from her childhood?

Seraphira saw right through him. Angus hadn’t kept it out of love. He’d kept it for a moment exactly like this and was another tool for manipulation, nothing more.

Hot simmering rage coursed through Seraphira again, burning through every vein. Her eyes darkened as her fingers tightened the more around Angus’s throat. The veins in her hand glowed with power, and for a terrifying moment, she looked as though she would truly kill him, dream or not.

Angus must have realized it too, because he vanished instantly.

Seraphira spun, her purple hair whipping behind her. "Where are you?!" she roared, voice echoing violently through the dreamscape. "Come out, you bastard!"

Then Angus appeared behind her, hands raised, and speaking in his gentlest tone. "Seraphira—"

She didn’t let him finish.

Seraphira whirled and punched him across the face so hard Angus was thrown back, hitting the ground with a grunt of pain.

"My love, —!"

But she was already advancing, fury radiating from her like a storm that could swallow cities. With a lethal sweep of her arm, an invisible force slammed into Angus, flinging him sideways. He crashed hard, rolling to a stop as Seraphira shouted, her voice shaking with emotion,

"Eight more kids! Eight? Are you fucking kidding me?!"

Angus lifted a hand, dazed, "I can explain—"

"Oh, you will," Seraphira snarled, "but right now, I’m speaking."

She flicked her wrist again, and Angus’s body slammed into the ground with brutal force. He coughed hard but Seraphira wasn’t even close to being done.

"Wasn’t ruining Violet’s life enough for you?" she screamed at the top of her voice, "One wasn’t enough? You destroyed her entire childhood! Her entire identity! And yet—yet—you did it again. To eight more children!"

Angus flinched as if the words themselves were blows.

Seraphira’s chest heaved, anger pouring out of her in waves. "And you dare—" her voice broke, then rebuilt itself in fire, "you dare to murder your own daughter?! Your fucking daughter, Angus! Even animals protect their own!"

"But you —!" She pointed a shaking hand at him, her voice raw. "You are worse than a monster"

The truth finally settled in her heart. She had spent years excusing him, praying for him, and hoping that her mate would one day change.

Now, she saw him for what he truly was.

He could never be redeemed. Not now. Not ever.

Angus attempted to rise, but Seraphira lifted her hand, and his body jerked violently upward. She held him suspended midair, his limbs kicking uselessly. For the first time, panic flooded his face.

His hands clawed at his throat as she began choking the air out of him. His eyes bulged while his face reddened.

"Seraphira—stop—!" he rasped.

She didn’t.

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