Defying the Alphas
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The weight of Silas’s command fell over me like lead, pinning my feet to the floor.
I tried to fight the instinctive submission my wolf body, weak as it was, offered to the Supreme Alpha.
But it was useless.
I simply could not move.
“Go back to your pack?” Silas repeated the phrase with an icy scorn that chilled my blood. “Elara, your pack handed you over willingly. They took the gold and sighed in relief at finally being rid of the ‘defective’ wolf you are. If you go back, they will bring you straight back to us themselves, just to make sure they do not lose the protection my name gives them.”
A hot tear slipped down my face.
The truth hurt more than anything.
“You have nowhere to go,” he continued, his voice lowering into a whisper that vibrated through my chest. “And from what I can see, you still do not understand the gravity of your position. You are not a guest who can choose when to leave. You are our chosen one.”
His gaze darkened.
“And if you have forgotten that, I will remind you through your skin.”
Dante moved closer from behind, his shadow covering me completely.
I felt his large, calloused hands settle on my shoulders.
“She is stubborn, Silas,” Dante growled, his hot breath striking my ear. “Maybe she needs to feel the weight of an Alpha to understand that her will means nothing against ours.”
Kiran stepped forward, a predatory smile playing on his lips.
He leaned over me, dragging his thumb across my tear-damp cheek before sliding it to my lips.
“You want to be treated like a queen, sweet thing?” Kiran taunted. “Then stop behaving like a frightened child. A queen accepts her fate.”
His smile sharpened cruelly.
“A breeding female… well, a breeding female only needs to stay on her back and keep quiet. Which one do you want to be today?”
My heart hammered against my ribs, caught between terror and a traitorous arousal that began to tingle low in my belly.
Their touch, as hostile as it was, awakened something wild inside me—something I had never known existed.
Jaxon, who had remained silent until then, approached as well.
He did not use force, but his hand closed firmly around my wrist.
“Denial is foolish,” Jaxon said, his voice deep and calm. “Accept your role, and the fortress will become your paradise. Fight us, and it will become your darkest cage.”
Silas released my chin, only to slide his hand to the nape of my neck and fist my hair tightly enough to force my back to arch and my eyes to face all four of them.
“This is your punishment for disobeying us,” Silas declared, his Alpha command vibrating through every fiber of my being. “You will look at each of us. You will recognize the scent of each of your masters.”
His voice turned merciless.
“And you will repeat: I belong to the Black Blood.”
The weight of those words should have brought me to my knees.
I felt Silas’s magic trying to crush my spine, an invisible pressure that would have forced any she-wolf to prostrate herself at his feet within seconds.
But instead of yielding, I felt something wake inside me.
Some kind of barrier that refused to recognize his voice as sovereign.
I saw the exact moment confusion crossed Silas’s eyes.
Dante increased the pressure on my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin as if he could not believe I was still standing.
The atmosphere in the room became so charged that the air itself felt difficult to swallow.
“She…” Kiran’s whisper was almost inaudible, as if even he could not believe it. “She is resisting?”
I clenched my teeth, my dignity fighting against the overwhelming power Silas emitted.
I saw a flash of shock cross his amber eyes before his mask of authority returned.
“You will break if you keep resisting, little wolf,” he hissed, his face inches from mine. “Obey. Now.”
Silas tightened his grip on my hair until black spots flickered at the edges of my vision.
But my voice refused to come out.
I would not say those words.
I was at their mercy, subdued by the power of those four Alphas. My weak wolf instincts told me to surrender, to obey, but that unknown force inside me only screamed that I was not theirs.
Then, with one abrupt movement, I lifted my head toward Silas and, using all the strength I had left, spat in his face.
The silence that followed my act of rebellion was suffocating.
A trail of saliva slowly slid down Silas’s sculpted face.
Dante released a growl so low and vibrating that the plates on the table trembled. Kiran arched one eyebrow, looking surprised, while Jaxon, on the other hand, seemed disappointed, but not shocked.
I waited for the blow.
I waited to be thrown against the wall or to feel Silas’s magic reduce me to nothing.
But what I saw was worse.
Silas wiped his face with the back of his hand, his amber eyes fixed on mine.
There was no fury there.
There was a gleam of predatory fascination.
A slow, strange smile appeared on his lips.
“Impressive…” he whispered. “No one in a hundred years has dared defy me like that. Not even the Alphas I killed to get here.”
He straightened and gave the others a signal.
Jaxon’s and Dante’s hands released me suddenly.
“You want to go back to your pack?” Silas asked, opening the dining room doors with a motion of his hand. “Then go.”
The silence that fell was heavy.
Dante stiffened beside me.
Kiran went completely still, his gaze fixed on Silas with a confused expression.
Even Jaxon seemed more present, as if he wanted to observe every detail.
None of them had expected that.
I rose on trembling legs, my mind spinning in a whirlwind of thoughts.
The sound of my own breathing seemed too loud, drowning out the frantic beats of my heart.
I looked at Silas, whose expression remained unreadable, then at the other three.
For one second, my legs hesitated, as if some supernatural force wanted to drag me back.
But the horror of the revelation—that I was nothing but a vessel, a breeding female for those dark Alphas—was stronger.
Even hesitantly, I began walking toward the door.
When I reached the entrance, I stopped.
I looked at Silas one last time, but he did not look at me.
So I turned and crossed the threshold.
I followed the cold corridors, almost running, the sound of my footsteps echoing inside that tower that, for one brief moment, almost seemed to want to keep me trapped.
But I did not stop.
I did not look back.
Even though I had no idea where I was going.
The moment Elara disappeared from sight, the tension in the dining room exploded.
Kiran and Dante stepped forward at the same time.
Kiran, whose face rarely lost its mocking edge, now wore a grim seriousness that transformed his features.
“What do you think you are doing, Silas?” Kiran asked, his voice stripped of all irony.
Dante clenched his fists at his sides, the veins in his neck standing out.
“She is going to die out there,” he snarled. “You know that better than any of us.”
Silas did not answer.
With irritating calm, he walked to the mahogany table, picked up a crystal bottle, and filled a glass with a dark, strong drink.
Dante took an aggressive step toward him.
“You are acting like the same bastard you used to be,” he hissed, his voice loaded with fury.
Silas gave a dry laugh, swirling the liquid in his glass.
“And you two are acting as if she is the first one we have brought here.”
“You know she is different from the others,” Kiran shot back, his voice dangerously low. “The scent, the resistance to your mark… she is not just another girl.”
Silas shrugged, indifferent, and took another sip.
“Or perhaps she is not the chosen one. Perhaps all of this was a mistake, and her blood is as mediocre as every girl who came before her.”
“That is exactly why we need to keep her with us until the ritual,” Dante snapped, clenching his fists. “We cannot find out whether this is a mistake if she ends up dead in a ditch.”
Kiran sighed and ran one hand through his disheveled hair.
“Sweet thing is far too rare an investment to be wasted in the forest, Silas. I have not even begun to savor what she has to offer. Letting her go is a waste of potential… and pleasure.”
His red eyes narrowed.
“If she gets torn apart by rogues, who is going to carry my heir?”
Silas brought the glass to his lips and took a slow drink before finally looking at them.
“And what did you want me to do?” he said, his voice carrying cold irritation. “Force her to surrender? Drag her by the hair to the altar and make her participate in the ritual against her will? Is that how you want her to give herself to us?”
Silence fell between the Alphas.
“Because if that is what you want…” His voice dropped lower. “Then you have understood nothing.”
Dante’s jaw tightened.
“That is not what this is about.”
“No?” Silas tilted his head slightly. “Then what is it about?”
Before Dante could answer, Jaxon’s deep, calm voice filled the room.
“She does not know what exists out there.”
The three of them looked at him.
“And out there…” Jaxon continued, his eyes far too dark, “What avoids us is not loyalty. It is fear.”
Kiran and Dante exchanged a tense look, the reality of Jaxon’s words hitting them like a blow.
Elara’s vulnerability, combined with the scent of all their marks on her, was a sentence to something much worse than death.
“Wonderful,” Kiran muttered, defeated. “So you just released the one thing that can free us into the middle of a territory that will try to destroy her.”
Dante stepped forward.
“If something happens to her—”
“It is no longer my problem.”
Silas’s sentence cut through the air.
He finished his drink in one swallow and slammed the glass onto the table.
Without another word, Silas turned his back and left the dining room with heavy steps, leaving the others behind.
Dante dragged a hand over his face, clearly furious.
Kiran released a long sigh, his red eyes still fixed in the direction Elara had gone.
Jaxon did not move, but his expression was far too hard for someone at ease.
Because everyone in that room knew the same thing.
Elara had no idea what truly existed out there.
And for the first time since they found her…
They were not there to protect her.
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