Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 556: The Righteous Son

Asher knew the moment Elijah’s phone rang that the hornet’s nest had been poked. He didn’t so much as blink,

his expression perfectly neutral, and body language betraying nothing as Elijah lifted the phone to his ear.

"Hello?" Elijah answered, sounding almost bored.

With his keen hearing, Asher caught the faint words from the other end, "They're gone."

For the briefest moment, a flicker of annoyance crossed Elijah’s face, and then it was gone. "Is that so?" he said

quietly, the edge beneath his tone unmistakable. "Hold onto him. We'll arrive soon."

Asher knew exactly who him was.

Roman.

And judging by Elijah’s tone, whatever awaited his brother wasn’t going to be pleasant.

Yet Asher didn’t so much as twitch. He sat there with his hands relaxed, his posture casual, and his expression

practically carved from ice. He gave Elijah nothing to read.

Elijah ended the call and slowly set the phone aside. Then, deliberately, he turned his head toward Asher.

Asher met his gaze without flinching.

For several long, suffocating heartbeats, they simply stared at one another. The tension was thick and electric,

the air between them almost crackling with heat. At that moment, they were two predators circling each other in

silence.

Then, without warning, Elijah’s face split into a wide, twisted grin. A chuckle escaped him, building until it

becfull-blown, raucous laughter. It went on and on until tears streaked his face.

"This..." Elijah gasped between peals of laughter, "this is going to be fun."

He turned back to the front, still laughing as though someone had told the funniest joke in the world, except no

one had.

Asher remained still, his face unreadable. But beneath his tough exterior, his hand shook slightly. He thought he

had the situation under control. Still, one could never truly predict the moves of a madman.

And so, with that manic laughter still lingering in the air, they continued the tortured journey to the packhouse.

Patricia and Beta Dominic were the first figures they saw as soon as the convoy of cars rolled into the compound.

"Your Majesty," both of them bowed their heads in deep reverence the moment Elijah stepped out.

Behind them, the other cars cto a halt, and the loud thunk-thunk of doors opening and slamming shut

reverberated across the space as the rest of the alphas and dignitaries disembarked.

Elijah was still exchanging formal greetings with the high-ranking members of the West Pack when the

commotion broke out.

A loud snarl rent the air.

Roman was resisting violently as Christian slammed him face-first against the hood of a car, his arm twisted

painfully behind his back. His muscles strained as his body writhed like a coiled serpent, green scales rippling

across his skin as his slitted eyes blazed with fury.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Alpha Leon stormed forward. His chest heaved with rage at the sight of his son

being handled like a common criminal.

Christian didn’t answer. He kept Roman pinned, his grip iron-tight, his expression cold and unyielding. Roman

snarled again, the sound guttural and dangerous.

Leon’s wolf surged forward, his eyes glowing fiercely. His voice dropped into a deadly growl. "You'd better

unhand my son right now, Christian, or you won't have hands left to use."

Finally, Christian raised his head, his own wolf flaring as his eyes glowed in response.

"King's orders," he snarled back.

Leon froze for a heartbeat, stunned by the answer. The glow in his eyes faltered, confusion and disbelief twisting

his face. Slowly, he turned toward Elijah, who was now approaching them with a razor-sharp smile.

"What is the meaning of this, Your Majesty?" Leon demanded, his voice trembling with restrained fury.

Elijah said to him, "Your son, Roman, attacked my beta and aided Griffin and their mate, Violet, in escaping to

goddess knows where."

Leon's head whipped toward Roman, his voice breaking with disbelief. "You did what?!"

He tried speaking to Roman through the pack link, but his son had shut the link between them. The meaning was

clear: Roman didn’t want to speak to him.

Raw hurt flashed in Leon’s eyes. How could his son shut him out like this? How could Roman take such a reckless

risk and not keep him informed? This wasn’t just betrayal he felt, no, it was deep gnawing fear twisting inside his

chest. He feared for him.

"What do you mean Griffin and Violet are gone?" Irene asked, her tone laced with confusion so convincing it was

almost believable. Well, almost, because Elijah was not deceived.

"Are you trying to tell me," Elijah said, his voice dangerously calm, "that you, Irene, had no idea your children

were planning this stunt?"

"Of course not!" Irene’s eyes widened as she clasped her hands in front of her. "I would have discouraged them

from such madness had | known. It's Alpha Henry's burial, after all. They're supposed to pay their respects."

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Griffin had been smart not to involve her directly — if questioned, she could deny any involvement without lying

outright. Surely, omission didn’t count as lying, right?

"Irene is right," Asher said, stepping forward. His voice went up a notch, thundering, "This is Alpha Henry's

burial. Is this how you all intend to pay respect to my father?!"

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The effect was immediate.

Everyone fell silent. Words died on their tongues. Slowly, their eyes turned to Elijah, their expressions accusing.

It was clear now who was being blamed for disrupting what should have been a solemn moment of mourning.

Elijah noticed those looks and scoffed in disbelief. Were they seriously making him the villain here?

He turned his burning glare back to Asher, his voice venomous. "Well played, boy."

Confusion rippled through the others at those words — only a few like Irene understood the gbeing played

here — but Asher didn’t back down.

He bowed his head just enough to look respectful and said, "All | want is for my father to be honored."

Elijah stared at him in disbelief, rage simmering beneath the surface. Who does Asher think he’s fooling with this

act? But with the tide of public opinion turned against him, Elijah could do nothing.

Checkmate. The bastard had won this round.

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