Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 602: Know About Violet Purple

For the first time, Elijah looked stressed out of his mind, his hands gripping his hair as Christian narrated what

had gone down in the North pack.

"...Apparently, Patrick had his claws deep into Finn, Alaric’s beta. He attacked Luna Zara in her holding cell,

where she awaited trial for her actions against Alaric. He destroyed evidence and even killed his own kind just to

get to her—only to be killed by her hands. Though they say Luna Zara barely survived. Nonetheless, while the

North is shaken, they've never been stronger than now. Your heirs are safe, and so is Violet Purple, the goddess

daughter, as she’s fondly called right now." Christian finished with emphasis.

For a moment, Elijah was silent, his eyes darting around as he processed the information. Then he muttered,

"This is a mess."

He lifted his head, his face darkening. "Who is going to be held responsible for this? Me?" He slammed his hand

on the arm rest.

"Put a call through to the Office of the President."

"Of course, Your Majesty." Christian bowed slightly and proceeded to dial the secure line that connected directly

to the Office of the President.

"This is Christian, Beta to Alpha King Elijah. Putthrough to President Roy. It's urgent," he said with a taut

voice.

There was a pause, then a crisp response: "Hold for transfer."

Several tones clicked on the line, the call bouncing through encrypted channels until a deep, calm and

authoritative voice answered.

"This is President Roy."

Elijah stood to his feet at once, the tension in his shoulders pulling taut like a bowstring. His voice was as cold as

ice as he said. "President Roy, we need to talk about the attack on the North pack."

Christian stepped back, giving Elijah the illusion of privacy — though he could still hear every word of the

conversation.

Roy didn’t bother with condolences. "I'm aware, Elijah. My people briefed me. | understand the situation is

volatile."

Elijah’s jaw tightened. "You said you were going to find Patrick Vale. Where is he? Why haven't we had results?"

"Of course, | did. My people are still on it."

"Really?" Elijah scoffed. "How hard can it be to find one man? If it were a werewolf terrorist, I'm sure it'd be all

over your human networks by now, and every law enforcement unit would be at your command."

Roy snapped. "Because I'm trying not to cause mass hysteria, Elijah. What do you think the public would do if

they found out there's a drug out there that can make them feel powerful? They'd riot in the streets for a taste of

it. And if I recall correctly," his voice dropped coldly, "Ignis cfrom your carelessness. So don’t you dare

pressureinto cleaning up your mess."

The edge in his voice warned Alpha King Elijah that he'd pushed too far. Roy’s patience was wearing thin, fraying

like the last thread before it snapped.

But Elijah was not intimidated. Instead, he chuckled mirthlessly. "It's quite interesting though, | hear rumors that

you've been in communication with Patrick Vale."

From the tense silence that followed, it was obvious Elijah had hit a nerve. When Roy finally spoke, his voice

cthin and cold.

"Alpha King Elijah," Roy said, each word precise and dangerous, "do you dare accuseof working with the

enemy?"

A small, triumphant smirk tugged at Elijah’s lips. "Of course not. Like | said, those were rumors. Surely you're not

getting bothered over a few careless words whispered in secret?"

Both men were playing a dangerous game, and they both knew it. If they could see each other right now, there'd

be electricity crackling in the air.

"Patrick would be captured soon," Roy said through gritted teeth, clearly reaching the end of his patience.

But Elijah pressed on. "I lost twelve wolves, President Roy, and a whole lot more injured. Don’t just give me

promises, | want results. And that’s why my people will be joining the search as well. We can’t rely on your word

anymore."

"The sway | can’t rely on yours, either," Roy retorted coolly.

Elijah’s brow furrowed. "What do you mean by that?"

"Violet Purple." Roy said her ndeliberately, and Elijah expelled a long breath that did nothing to relieve the

tension in his chest.

"We've seen what she can do like rending a whole warehouse to dust," Roy continued after a beat. "My kind will

panic if they think her existence was hidden from them, or worse, used as an unsanctioned asset. The Accords

were supposed to prevent a second wave of cardinal power, yet you kept her from oversight. Should we take

that as a move against the treaty?"

"What's a move against the treaty," Elijah countered darkly, "is you ignoring the deaths of my people. Violet is

an oversight — one none of us knew about — and you know it. So stop poking unnecessarily, President Roy."

Silence fell between them, the call tensed.

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The call disconnected.

For a long tElijah said nothing. Then he turned to his beta, Christian. "How long until the next flight to the

North pack?"

Christian rubbed his chin. "Flights aren't possible right now. The West pack is in full-blown celebration."

"By car, then?"

"The North pack’s the farthest, hence seven hours if the weather holds," Christian looked up. "Aren't we staying

back for Asher’s coronation?"

"We move for the North pack. Now."

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