Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 626

Chapter 626: World Domination

Duskmoon Hollow

The market was alive in Duskmoon Hollow.

Traders shouted prices from wooden stalls stacked with fruits, spices, and fabrics.

Some of the witches openly sold their charms and artifacts, the locals already accustomed to their presence.

Children on the other hand laughed as they chased one another through the narrow lanes. Their mothers stayed close by, some

haggling over baskets of grain, while the others gossiped excitedly with their neighbors.

Then, out of nowhere, a boy barely in his teens came sprinting down the street, his face pale and breath ragged. "The Supreme Alpha is back!" he screamed.

The effect was immediate.

Mothers snatched up their children, while traders slammed their stalls shut with trembling hands. Some scattered to homes nearby, shutters clattering as windows were covered. While the rest found hiding spots, waiting the moment out. No one wanted to be a scapegoat.

Within seconds, the once lively market turned ghostly silent. What had been a place of warmth and chatter was now abandoned, dust swirling in the sudden emptiness.

It wasn’t long before the distant growl of an engine broke the quiet. A black jeep rolled down the deserted street, its tires crushing some of the forgotten fruit underfoot.

Inside, seated comfortably in the back seat, was the former Alpha King—now known to the people of the village as the Supreme Alpha—Angus.

He gazed out the window at the empty streets, a slow, satisfied smirk on his lips. Even with the window closed, he could scent the fear in the air.

That was power. And power, to Angus, was everything.

They arrived at their destination, and the guards immediately swung open the iron gates to let them in. The vehicle rolled through the vast courtyard, its tires crunching over gravel as the guards trained eyes followed them.

Angus had built this place after his settlement in the village, adopting every custom of the were-kind but twisting it to his own taste. The mansion was like a packhouse, except in this case, werewolves, witches, and even humans served side by side. To be precise, they served him. The whole community was built on control and to ensure his world Domination plans succeeded.

To Angus, Duskmoon Hollow wasn’t just his pack, it was his first creation. It was the beginning of the empire that would only grow until the world was under his feet.

As soon as he stepped out, guards bowed low. There were wolves and witches in charge of the safety of the packhouse and none dared to look him directly in the eye. Angus only gave a single glance, satisfied by their order, before heading in.

Angus reached his private quarters, and the heavy doors shut behind him with a deep thud. Without a sound, he began to strip until he was down to only his boxers.

Across his back was a rune, an hourglass-shaped rune etched deep into his flesh. Two opposing triangles touched at their tips, flanked by small star-like crosses on either side. This was once a bond mark and sign of his connection to his mate, Queen Seraphira.

Sometimes, like now, he did miss her.

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