Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309: A Satisfied Queen

Patrick stepped out of the Alpha King’s house, his spine ramrod straight, and every movement he made measured and careful. Not one flicker of emotion passed across his face even though inside, his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of his chest.

The cool night breeze caught the hem of his coat, but Patrick didn’t break stride. He walked briskly toward the black car waiting patiently for him at the curb. His driver as always hurried to open the door. Without sparing him a glance, Patrick ducked inside and settled into the back seat.

The moment the door clicked shut, the car rolled away from the Alpha king’s estate’s heavy security gates, pulling onto the broad road lined with old trees.

Still, Patrick didn’t allow himself to relax. His hands remained on his lap, every fiber of his being tensed and wired tight. He only let out a shaky breath once the mansion disappeared completely from view and they had driven several miles down the road.

He leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes briefly. That was close. Too close.

For a terrifying second during the meeting, Patrick had thought Elijah had figured it out. The Alpha King’s sharp gaze, the way his questions seemed to probe a little too deeply had nearly stolen the breath from his lungs.

But that was not the case. Elijah still trusted him. For now. If Elijah wanted him to investigate the composition of the drug, it meant he already had people working on tracking the source of Ignis. It was only a matter before Elijah knew what he had done.

Patrick opened his eyes, reaching into his coat for his phone. His fingers worked swiftly, dialing without hesitation. The line rang twice before it connected.

"Darling," Cynthia’s voice purred through the speaker, all silk and seduction. "How did the meeting go? Did he gobble you up yet?"

"This is no time for jokes," Patrick said tightly. "Elijah is onto us."

There was a beat of silence, and then a hiss from Cynthia.

"That damn fool Umal," she cursed, her voice losing its earlier velvet smoothness. "We should not have let him carry on such a sensitive mission."

Patrick pinched the bridge of his nose, his headache pounding harder.

"It’s too late for regrets. Asher got his hands on one of the doses and passed it to Elijah. That was how he found out."

Cynthia cursed again, fiercer this time.

"What do we do now?" she asked, her voice all business now.

Patrick stared blankly at the road unfurling ahead through the windshield.

"We move," he announced after the pause, forcing calm into his voice. "We move before Elijah finds out I’m the one responsible."

He took a slow breath, feeling the gravity of the next words he was about to utter settle on his tongue.

"Contact my family."

There was a sharp inhale from Cynthia on the other end.

"Patrick, are you sure?" she asked, almost cautiously. "You know what they think of you. They might not answer."

Patrick’s hands clenched into fists. Of course, he knew. Even as a descendant of Gerald, the human general that rose against the werewolves, and yet, he had been branded a traitor. They despised him for bending knee to Elijah, for working with the wolves rather than continuing the war. They thought him a disgrace.

But they didn’t know the truth.

They didn’t know the plan he had been building in secret, stone by bloody stone.

But soon, they would see. Soon, they would respect him.

He swallowed the fury clawing up his throat and said, his voice hard like stone, "Tell them I’ve discovered a weapon against the wolves. One that will bring the packs to their feet."

Silence hummed across the line for a moment. Then Cynthia said with certainty.

"All right, Patrick. I believe in you."

"Thank you for believing in me, Cynthia. I promise you will not regret this. We’d shape a better world for our people."

"I know my love, I know."

"Good bye."

"Good bye."

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So this is where you ran off to, my little flower.