Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 599: Kill The Queen

"Ahh!" Vera Turner screamed her frustration into the air when she received the news that their attack on the

North pack had been foiled.

She stormed over to the small bar where bottles and glasses still sat from their earlier celebration of "inevitable

victory." In one furious sweep, she cleared the counter, shards exploding as glass shattered across the floor,

startling everyone present.

"Vera, calm down," Moira urged, but Vera whirled on her, eyes flashing.

"No! Don’t tellto fucking calm down! I've had enough of this bullshit! Everything would have gone according

to plan if he had eliminated all of those freaks of nature from the start!"

Her voice rose, mocking with venom. "But no. Leave Violet Purple alive. She's special. There's something about

her, | want her..." She twisted Patrick’s words in a cruel imitation, her tone dripping scorn.

Vera strode to where Patrick sat slouched in his chair, head bowed, hands limp in his lap like a chastised child.

"Well, look what your mistake cost us!" she snapped in his face. "I lost half my forces, and the North pack is still

standing. Those men trusted me, and | let them die uselessly, all because of slittle girl you should have

squashed when you had the chance!"

Vera straightened, chest heaving, her glare fixed on him. But Patrick didn’t look up. It was as if he had been

dragged back to his miserable childhood, where his siblings were praised for their effortless strength while he

was berated for his weakness, and failure to measure up to them.

This was why he had left in the first place and chosen the way of science—the only thing he was ever truly good

at. Everything he had done since then was not only to fulfill the vision of his ancestors but also to shove it in the

faces of his family, to prove he had turned out far better than they ever believed.

And it worked. They had been impressed with his creation of Ignis. With Ignis, Patrick believed at last that he

would be accepted, that his mother would finally deem him worthy—like his other siblings.

But while Patrick was brilliant at innovation, he was not battle-wise. The recent failure of his plan exposed that

weakness clearly. That was the difference between him and his family: they only dreamed of cleansing the world

of werewolves, but Patrick was a scientist.

Science was all about discovery.

And Violet Purple was an anomaly he couldn’t wait to get his hands on.

He had seen the footage of the attack. Violet Purple was far more powerful than he ever imagined. Even more

than the cardinal alphas. What was she? She couldn't be just a werewolf. If she was, then what made her

special? What blasphemous ritual had been done to forge her into this?

Even in defeat, Patrick was filled with anticipation. He couldn’t wait to cut her open and uncover what made her

tick. With her power as raw material, he would create wonders. He would be unstoppable.

Unlike the cardinal alphas, he had always been wary of their parents, and most of all, the Alpha King. In the past,

he had to operate under Elijah’s instruction, and thanks to that, secretly birthed Ignis. But now? Nothing bound

him anymore. Once Violet was in his hands, there would be no ceiling to what he could do.

"We should have known better than to trust this mission to you," Vera raged on.

She took a deep breath, lifted her head, her decision clear. "I'm taking over this operation."

Patrick’s head snapped up. "What?!"

"You've had your chance, Elias," she hissed. "We won't let another opportunity slip away because of your

pathetic strategy and failures."

Patrick shot to his feet at once, anger creeping into his voice. "This mission is my hard work! My sweat! | brought

it to life!"

Vera didn’t flinch and told him flatly, "The only thing you brought to life is Ignis, and that’s the only game

changer in this mission. But might | remind you Elias that you've lost everything. And without our help, Ignis is

useless in your hands."

Patrick’s jaw ticked. "Then I'll find someone else to sell it to. | know people who can givethe resources |

need."

"Really?" Vera scoffed. "People who share our family’s mission? People who understand why the werewolves

must go?" She stepped closer, brushing invisible dirt off her brother's shirt with calculated disdain. "Or people

willing to do business with you while the Alpha King breathes down your neck?" She smirked, savoring the way

she pierced through his bravado.

Patrick let out an annoyed huff. That damn bitch, always with the upper hand.

Joseph finally spoke, his voice dripping with mockery. "You should listen to her, little Elias. Right now, the only

thing you're good for is making Ignis."

Patrick’s face flushed hot, fury burning beneath his skin. That piece of shit, he cursed under his breath.

"That's not the way to talk to your brother," Moira chided him. But her voice held no bite, and Joseph's grin only

widened at the lack of consequence.

This tVera's hands closed on her brother's collar and yanked him forward so fast he was nose-to-nose with

her. "So, do you agree, or are we going to have a problem?"

Her grip was so tight Patrick could barely breathe; his face flushed red. He spat, "If | say no, what will you do, kill

me?"

Vera lifted a brow. "Trust me, you don’t want to find out."

As always, Patrick didn’t have the balls to stand up to her.

"Fine. Take over," he said, sourly. "That's what you're good at anyway."

Before he could blink, Vera kicked him in the groin. He fell to the floor, the pain folding him in half.

Vera muttered with contempt, "One-upmanship’s also my specialty, if you hadn't noticed."

Patrick said nothing, wallowing in pain on the ground.

Joseph applauded, smirking. "Now that you've been promoted, General, what's the plan?"

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Vera's eyes glittered. "Exactly. The Second Great War." She almost laughed. "Gerald will be proud."

Moira and Joseph exchanged looks, and shrugged. It didn’t sound so bad to them.

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