Chapter 524
Kill her!
The command thundered through Violet’s head, her wolf’s roar drowning out everything else. That woman had hurt their mate, and
now, she would pay!
Violet barely had a chance to brace herself before the fury crashed over her, drowning out every human thought. She was gone, swallowed whole by her wolf’s will.
How dare she! The wolf seethed. She was superior. Untouchable. They should be bowing to us, and instead, Alexa dared to harm our mate? She doesn’t deserve to live!
“Let her go now, Violet Purple!”
Leon’s voice thundered with the Alpha command, the kind that bent lower ranking wolves to their knees. Not to mention a mere human. However, instead of experiencing tremendous fear, the words rolled off Violet like rain over an umbrella without leaving so much as a dent.
What the…?
Leon’s eyes widened. That was impossible. No human was impervious to an Alpha’s voice. No human.
He turned immediately to Roman with shock carved across his features, and panic bleeding into his thoughts as they slipped into the mindlink—the mindlink that was supposed to be cause for celebration as father and son communicated mentally as one for once.
What the hell is she? He demanded instead.
Oh shit. Roman let out a shuddering breath, his stomach dropping. His father had just found out Violet wasn’t human. Everything was happening too fast.
After all, here they were—two werewolves, one an Alpha, the other a Cardinal Alpha—struggling against a “mere human” who refused to let go.
Alexa’s face was turning the color of bruised plums, her lips cracked open as she choked on breath that wouldn’t come. Her eyes bulged, wet with veins, and her fingers clawed helplessly at Violet’s arm. Spit mixed with wine at the corner of her mouth as she made rasping, desperate noises that weren’t quite words. She was dying, right there under her daughter-in-law’s hand.
His mother was going to die, killed by Violet’s hands. Roman could already see that happening and had to do something. So he tugged at the bond between him and Violet, desperate to drag her back.
But the moment he let the connection open, he nearly screamed. It was like plunging into a furnace. Her rage scorched everything, searing him with intoxicating heat, and she almost dragged him in with her.
Through clenched teeth, fighting against the fire, Roman forced himself to call out, “Violet! Come back!”.
His voice echoed inside that burning vacuum, trembling with fear and demand. For a second, he felt her consciousness slip toward him.
The door burst open with a violent bang.
Griffin stormed in, his own fury wild and heavy through the bond. He must have felt her rage like a beacon and followed it. While Leon and Roman strained, Griffin didn’t hesitate. He crossed the room in a blur, and with a strength unique to him, he peeled Violet off Alexa as if she were a child throwing a tantrum.
Everyone in that room felt the gasp Alexa took in. It was like the sound of a woman teetering on the edge of death. She collapsed into the cushions, the purple fading slowly back to red as her lungs cried for air.
At first, Violet snarled at Griffin, feral and unhinged, her eyes wild with her wolf’s fury until she recognized him. Just like that, the anger poured off her like smoke thinning into air.
With a sigh that was almost blissful, Violet wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging tight as if he were her anchor.
“Mine.” She moaned, leaning into his chest, utterly docile now, and nuzzling into him like he was her safe place.
The room fell into stunned silence.
Leon stared at them, his mouth parted in disbelief. Especially Alexa—still gasping, her throat covered in bruises—looked like she couldn’t comprehend what she’d just survived.
How could the rabid creature from seconds ago dissolve so easily into softness the moment Griffin touched her?
Roman caught the bewilderment etched across his parents’ faces. He needed to say something, anything, but they couldn’t risk Violet turning on Alexa again.
So he said quickly, “I’ll be back soon.”
And then, without another word, the three of them were gone.
As expected, eyes were on them the moment they stepped out. It was a miracle in itself that no one had rushed into Leon Draven’s quarters after the speed Griffin had used to storm in moments ago. Every instinct screamed at them to run, but they forced their steps to remain steady, their masks in place, while Violet clung tight to Griffin’s body.
Only when Roman locked the door behind them did she finally release him. The next second, she shifted, and before their stunned eyes, Violet stood in her winged wolf form.
The sound that escaped her throat was guttural, and relieved, as if saying: Finally.
Neither Roman nor Griffin moved. For a moment they could only stare at her in stunned silence, drinking in the sight of her. She was massive, radiant, and those broad, powerful wings commanded the room. Violet was a superior creature.
It wasn’t until she tried to move and her outstretched wings brushed the limited space, knocking down a chair with a loud crash, that the spell broke.
“She shouldn’t even be shifting right now,” Griffin muttered, snapping out of it, panic tightening his tone. He turned to Roman. “What the hell happened?”
Roman’s jaw was rigid, his voice heavy with dread. “We have a problem.”
Griffin tilted his head, lips pressed in a grim line. “Well, make that two problems.”
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Leon sat slouched in his chair, lost in thought, but Alexa was the opposite. She paced the room, her rage filling every corner. “That girl is not human! That fool of a son has tied himself to a monster!”
She whirled on Leon, fury flashing in her eyes. “King Elijah must hear of this—”
She didn’t finish because Leon was already on his feet. His hand shot out, clamping around her throat. Again.
His voice was a hiss, low and venomous.
“Incase you don’t understand the concept of mates, monster or not, that girl is now tied to Roman. And that makes her ours, whether you like it or not.” His grip tightened around her neck, his Alpha power pressing down on her. “If anything happens to my son because of your stupidity, rest assured, Alexa, it won’t be Violet who kills you this time, It’ll be me, with my own hands.”
He shoved her back roughly and Alexa staggered but the message was crystal clear.