Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397: All Gone Wrong

"Boss, we can’t find the targets," the squad leader reported, standing stiffly before Cynthia.

Her jaw ticked. "Are you sure? Have you searched everywhere?"

"Thoroughly, ma’am. We turned this entire place upside down."

Cynthia sucked her teeth, clearly unimpressed. She took in the scene around her. The place had already been a disaster when they arrived, but she hadn’t had time to question the cause until now.

Griffin Hale and the purple-haired girl were still missing which wasn’t ideal. Still, the mission wasn’t a loss, if anything it was quite the opposite

They had uncovered a cache of she-wolves hidden by the rogues. It was quite a jackpot. Capturing male werewolves for experimentation was much easier. Pure-blooded females were rare and highly prized, and the disappearance of even one was enough to raise suspicion.

The rogues had taken a risk. A stupid one.

Albeit a stupid risk that would work to their favor because now, they had females for their experiments. Once they returned to the facility, they’d sort out the pure-bloods and dispose of the rest. Cynthia could already picture Patrick’s face, weeping with joy.

Her gaze swept toward the corner, where the captured rogues knelt in a line, their power restrained by the suppressor cuffs. Her eyes landed on the wiry one scowling at her with intensity.

"Get him," she ordered coldly.

The squad leader gestured, and two operatives yanked the rogue to his feet.

He struggled wildly, forcing one of them to jab him in the stomach with an electrified baton. His body convulsed with a scream, his eyes flaring gold before dimming again as he crumpled to the ground, breathing hard.

Cynthia stepped forward with a look of superiority. "Ready to talk now?"

"Go to hell," he spat.

"You’re already in it, fool" she sneered, and slammed her weapon across his face.

The werewolf hit the dirt again, groaning. Cynthia planted a boot hard on his chest.

"Where is he?"

The Rogue wheezed. "Who?"

Her heel dug deeper, forcing another pained groan from his lips.

"Shane. Where is he?"

"I don’t know."

"Really?" Her smile was all venom. She nodded at the operative with the baton, who stepped forward and delivered another jolt of electricity. The rogue’s body shook violently, teeth chattering.

When it ended, Cynthia stomped on his chest again, this time roaring, "WHERE IS HE?!"

"I don’t know!" the rogue shouted, his voice cracking. "He went in with the purple-haired bitch we were ordered to capture. No one saw what happened after that! Then that thing came charging through and tore everyone to pieces! Nobody knows where he is!"

Cynthia’s nostrils flared. "This. Is. Why. You. Should. Have. Never. Captured. Griffin. Hale." She kicked him with every word she said, her frustration boiling over until she was breathless.

She turned to the squad leader. "Griffin Hale’s beast is unbelievably resilient. We’re not taking chances with him. Good thing we came prepared."

Her wicked smile said it all.

Suddenly, a scream rent the air and weapons were drawn instantly as operatives turned in the direction, tensed for a threat.

"Snake! Snake!" one of them screamed, flailing backward.

Several others burst into laughter.

"Dude, it’s just a green snake," someone chuckled. "It’s not even poisonous!"

Cynthia exhaled loudly, unimpressed. "Amateurs," she muttered.

"Let’s waste the goddamn serpent!" another operative growled, already cocking his gun.

"Chill out, man. You’re the one invading its territory." One operative knelt down carefully, reaching to pick the snake and steer it aside.

Except two things happened in a blink.

The small, seemingly harmless snake twisted and expanded, a monstrous green bear rising in its place.

The operative had just enough time to gasp, before the bear leaned down and bit his head clean off.

For a second, no one moved as blood erupted from the headless corpse like a fountain. Then the body crumpled to the forest floor, twitching, and that was when chaos erupted.

The other operatives screamed, some of them in fury, and others in terror as the confusion cleared from their eyes. Then they lifted their guns and began to fire.

But the bear was unbelievably fast as it weaved through them, dodging with a disturbing kind of grace. The few bullets that hit him barely left a dent as its hide was thick enough not to let them penetrate. The green bear swept through the operatives, causing bodies to fly and breaking bones.

Reinforcements burst from the house and treelines with shouts, raising their guns to fire. But before any could shoot, crackling arcs of electricity snapped through the clearing with direction, electrocuting them one by one until they dropped to the ground violently, convulsing.