Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77: The Agreement

Adele stood before the Cardinal Alphas, her eyes blazing with fury. Asher, Roman, Alaric, and Griffin seated like chastised children, their usual dominant energy dulled under the healer’s scathing glare.

"What the hell were you all thinking?!" Adele’s voice rose, resounding through the room. "Do you know I had to give her five heat suppressant shots? Five of them just to ease her from her torment!"

Roman shifted uncomfortably, his head hanging low. Guilt weighed heavily on him, after all, he had come the closest to crossing the line.

"We’re sorry," he said quietly, his voice laced with regret.

"Sorry?" Adele’s voice sharpened like a whip. "Does sorry make up for the induced heat you all forced the poor girl into? The trauma she might carry?"

Alaric frowned, his tone defensive. "How is that even possible? Humans don’t go into heat. She’s human, right?" He looked at his cardinal brothers for confirmation.

Adele shot him a withering look. "Forgive my phrasing, Alaric," she said, her voice cold but controlled. "Humans don’t experience heat like werewolves, but I’ve never seen pheromones that strong, strong enough to affect all four of you." Her accusing gaze swept over each of them, as if daring them to challenge her.

She continued, "But since she’s a human, I can theorize that Asher mentally drugged her." Adele finished by giving Asher a pointed look.

Asher in question raised his hands in mock surrender, his tone bordering on indifference. "She was only supposed to desire me," he argued, his confidence slipping when Griffin growled low in his throat.

"So you’re not denying it," Griffin snapped, his eyes burning with anger. "You mentally blitzed her, didn’t you?"

"I didn’t drug her!" Asher shot back, his own growl rising to match Griffin’s. "It was only a suggestion. A small game. One that shouldn’t have escalated like this."

Alaric eyes narrowed. "So your ego’s so fragile now that you have to compel women to sleep with you?" he challenged, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Mind your tongue, thunder boy," Asher snarled, his gray eyes darkening dangerously behind his shade. "Let’s not forget that she was perfectly fine until she ended up alone with you in that classroom. For all we know, you’re the reason my purple flower—"

"Your what?" Griffin interrupted, disgust plain on his face.

Asher ignored him, pressing his accusation toward Alaric. "You’re the one who knows exactly what I said to her that night. Did you torture her to get that out of her? Or did your wretched lightning fry her mind and now you’re conveniently blaming me?"

A snarl tore from Alaric’s throat as he shot to his feet, his lightning crackling faintly in the air. He looked ready to pounce, but Griffin was quicker, grabbing his arm and yanking him back into his seat.

Alaric had not told anyone of the shocking incident and for good reasons. Especially with Asher around. Who knows what that bastard would do with that knowledge.

"That’s enough!" Griffin barked, his voice carrying the weight of an Alpha command. His sharp glare silenced both Alaric and Asher.

Adele stood unmoving, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her expression unreadable. After a tense pause, she spoke again, her voice colder than before.

"Perhaps I should report this entire incident to the Alpha King. Maybe then you’ll take this seriously before a dead girl or, rather, a zombie...." She looked precisely at Asher, " ends up on my doorstep."

"No!" Asher’s voice was immediate, raw with panic.