Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Dream Alpha

"Good morning, Luna!" _{freēwebnovel.com}

"Good morning, Luna!"

Guards posted along the corridors greeted the red-haired beauty, but she paid them no attention because there was nothing good about this morning.

The woman was none other than Luna Beatrice, wife to the reigning Alpha King, Elijah. One would assume that as Luna to the supreme Alpha, she would be all smiles, yet there was not an ounce of warmth in her expression, her features perfectly stoic. But beneath that impenetrable mask, there was no mistaking the fire of anger that burned inside of her and showed in her strides.

Her expensive gown swirled around her legs with her heels clicking against the marble floor, her red hair tumbling in beautiful waves as she walked down the corridor toward her husband’s quarters.

However, when she arrived, the guards stationed at the entrance blocked her path.

"Move," she commanded him.

"Apologies, Luna Beatrice, but the Alpha King has ordered that he is not to be disturbed." The guard’s stance was rigid and unmoving.

Beatrice stepped closer till she was standing face-to-face, her eyes dark with fury. "Move. Now." The lethal edge in her voice made the air seem to thin around them.

For a moment, the guard looked like he wouldn’t budge, but the other guard stepped in and whispered something into his ear. The first guard listened for a moment longer before finally stepping aside.

"You may meet the Alpha, my Luna," he said with a bow of respect.

If eyes could kill, the guard would have been dead on the spot because Beatrice’s glare was sharp enough to pierce steel. She stared at him long enough for the air between them to crackle with tension before she swept past him into the room.

The heavy door closed behind her, shutting out the murmurs of the guards. Beatrice stepped in with the fierce regality only a queen could possess. Though these were her husband’s quarters, she could count the number of times she had entered. The lavish decor and gold-accented furniture did nothing to impress her as she was long used to the luxury that came with her title.

Her steps slowed, her heels no longer echoing as the room’s thick carpet swallowed the sound. But all the grandeur faded into insignificance at the sight before her.

Her heart turned to stone.

Elijah, her husband, lay sprawled across the massive bed, his bare chest rising and falling beneath the tangle of limbs belonging to three women. Their golden hair, smooth skin, and exposed curves painted the perfect picture of indulgence and sin. The scent of expensive cigars and spiced wine lingered in the air, unable to hide the night’s debauchery.

Beatrice’s jaw clenched hard, her hands curling into fists at her sides until her knuckles turned white. But she made no sound — not a gasp of shock or cry of outrage. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, and she was only able to temper the heat of her rage by sheer will.

This was not the first time. Nor would it be the last

The pissed off Luna strode to the windows and yanked the curtains apart, allowing the harsh morning light to pour into the room. The sudden intrusion of sunlight cut across the bed, illuminating the room with ruthless clarity and stirred the women from their slumber.

They blinked against the morning rays, gathering the sheets to cover themselves as they squirmed beneath her cold gaze.