Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 363

Chapter 363: Turner Family

"You look perfect already. Stop fidgeting, Patrick," Cynthia scolded the doctor after he looked into the mirror for the nth time.

Patrick sighed. "It’s just the scar. It still..." He trailed off, gesturing vaguely at his face, the words refusing to come.

His family probably knew the story behind that scar, and would no doubt sneer at him for letting a werewolf get the best of him.

But Cynthia pressed a hand against his chest and said, "You should wear that scar as a badge of honor. You survived a werewolf attack. Not just any werewolf, but a cardinal alpha. How many people can say the same? Your family especially?"

Then, rising on her tiptoes, she kissed him briefly. "The world is yours tonight, my love. Own it."

A slow smile crossed Patrick’s face. He reached out, offering his hand, and Cynthia placed hers over it with a faint blush.

"Well, thank you," she said softly.

Hand in hand, he led her to the living room where his family waited.

"Well, look who finally decided to show up? Our own baby brother, Patrick Vale." Vera Turner clapped slowly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Although, does your Alpha king know your true identity? Or the fact your name is fake, Elias?" Her voice shifted, eyes darkening with twisted glee.

"That is not the way to speak to your brother, Vera," Moria Turner chided from the side.

Vera rolled her eyes.

"Oh well," said a man at the corner, drink in hand, "I guess your favorite son is here."

That was Joseph Turner, the eldest son of the Turner family who were werewolf hunters, descendants of Gerald, the general who fueled the war between humans and wolves.

"Come here, my baby," Moria said to Patrick, arms stretched wide.

He walked over and embraced her. They held each other for a long minute until she pulled back and pressed a full kiss to his lips. "I’ve missed you, my baby boy."

From the sidelines, Cynthia kept her face neutral, though a frown tugged at her brow.

"Who is she?" Vera asked suddenly from behind, startling her.

Cynthia nearly jumped.

Vera smirked, that glint in her eyes sharp. "Is she yours, brother?"

"She’s not bad," Joseph chimed in, his voice too close.

Cynthia yelped again. These people really loved sneaking up on others.

He looked her over without shame. "Not bad at all." Then he tilted his head toward Patrick. "Can I have her for the night, Elias? I promise I’ll bring her back in one piece." The smirk on his face didn’t match the promise in his words.

Cynthia felt her stomach turn. Patrick had warned her that his family wasn’t normal. Coming from a dysfunctional home herself, she thought she could handle anything. But now, she wasn’t so sure.

"You will not lay a hand on her," Patrick warned him.