Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 623

Chapter 623: Fight For His Son

The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to choke on. Caspian felt a great anger swell inside him, and for the first time, he wanted to defy Elijah’s orders.

Then, without warning, the door burst open and Christian stepped in, looking flustered. "Your Majesty," he said breathlessly, "we can’t find Violet Purple."

"What?" Elijah thought he had heard wrong. Then, almost immediately, his cold gaze shifted to Caspian.

Caspian saw that look and went pale. He already knew what the Alpha King was thinking.

"I don’t know where she is," he denied quickly, agitation flickering in his eyes.

Christian added quickly, "Not just her, Your Majesty, both Alaric Storm and Griffin Hale are missing as well."

The light in Elijah’s eyes turned glacial. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he slowly rose to his feet, his dark Alpha aura filling the room.

"What did you just say?" His voice came out cold and lethal.

Even Christian swallowed hard. "I—I can’t find any of the boys, not to mention Violet Purple."

Elijah turned to Caspian. The older Alpha tried to stand tall, but cold sweat rolled down his temples.

"Where are they?" Elijah demanded.

"Are you suggesting I hid them, Your Majesty?" Caspian shot back, meeting his gaze. "Even ten years ago, when you demanded my son be handed over to Patrick for testing, my wife and I obeyed without question. So why would I withhold him from you now?"

For a long moment, both Alphas locked eyes, neither blinking, the tension suffocating. Then Elijah broke it off and turned to Christian. "Turn the pack upside down. Search every inch of this territory. And contact Irene, tell her that if this is some ploy to undermine my authority again, my patience has snapped thin. She won’t like what comes next if I find those kids myself."

"As you wish, Your Majesty." Christian bowed quickly and hurried out.

With Christian gone, it was just Elijah and Caspian again, and this time, the North Alpha’s pulse pounded as the Alpha King’s calculating gaze lingered on him.

Where the hell were those kids? What the hell were they planning?

If only they’d told him about their escape beforehand, he could’ve suggested better hiding spots. Now they were out there on their own.

He only hoped they knew what they were doing.

Elijah lifted his head, his tone thick with accusation. "Where is your wife being kept, or have you moved her as well?"

"She’s in the healing wing, Your Majesty," Caspian answered tightly, resisting the urge to punch him square in the face. How had he never realized until now that Elijah was a bully, and a grade-A asshole in a crown?

Maybe he’d been too absorbed in his inventions to notice the tyrant ruling over them.

It was a miracle no one in the North Pack had challenged his rule, considering how detached he’d been. But perhaps the pack’s prosperity, and a lightning-wielding heir like Alaric, had been enough to keep rebellion at bay.

Moreover, Caspian wasn’t exactly weak. He just hadn’t been interested in power.

But that ended now. He’d balance both the scientist and the Alpha in him.

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