Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 758

Chapter 758: Training With The Queen

Dawn mist still clung to the grass, silvering the blades beneath their boots. Just like the day before, Violet stood at the center of the training ground with her mates flanking her, the wide sky stretched open above them.

And yes, her mother was still not here.

"Maybe she’s running late," Roman said, glancing toward the tree line before he added, unsure, "...again?"

"Or she’s not coming," Asher replied flatly. He leaned back against a stone marker, arms crossed, his dark gaze fixed ahead. "Which is far more likely."

Alaric frowned. "She promised, though."

Asher shot him a look. "And you think queens are not capable of breaking promises?"

Griffin let out a sigh, running his hand through his now long hair. "Let’s cut her some slack. She’s probably dealing with that strange Fae from last night. She’ll come."

Asher huffed. "You’re all too optimistic."

"And you’re so pessimistic," Griffin shot back.

Violet said nothing.

Her lips were pressed together tightly as she stared out over the empty field. Fae were supposed to be promise keepers, and yet her own mother, the queen, failed at it.

Violet straightened her shoulders, ignoring the ache in her chest. She finally said, "It’s fine. With or without her, I can still train."

Asher turned his head slowly toward her. His brow lifted. "Yeah," he said dryly. "Train yourself for a trial where everyone expects you to fail and die."

"That’s not helpful, Asher," Griffin muttered.

"It’s honest," Asher shot back, then softened his tone as he looked at Violet. "I’m not saying you can’t win. I’m saying this isn’t a game, my love."

Violet opened her mouth to respond—and then every one of them froze.

Four pairs of heightened senses snapped toward the same direction at once as they picked up footsteps.

Through the thinning mist, figures emerged. There were the guards first, then attendants, then familiar silhouettes, and at the center walked Queen Seraphira—and to everyone’s shock, Queen Annequin.

Queen Seraphira was not dressed for ceremony today. She wore fitted leather beneath flowing outer robes, her hair pulled back, her expression focused.

Behind her trailed Lila, Rhara conspicuously absent, and a small escort of Fae whose eyes swept the field with alertness.

Roman let out a low whistle. "Well," he murmured. "I stand corrected."

Griffin looked impressed.

Asher, of course, said nothing.

The queen stopped a few paces away, her gaze sweeping over her daughter, acknowledging her before falling over the group.

"Your Majesty," all four of them bowed their heads.

"It’s fascinating," she said coolly, "to discover that I’m the subject of such lively debate this early in the morning."

Yep. She heard them talking about her.

Alaric tried to explain. "We were just—"

Seraphira smiled. "Relax. I find it amusing." She clapped her hands. "Now then. If you’re done speculating about my reliability, shall we begin?"

While the others got to work, the queen reached out and pulled her daughter into a firm embrace, one arm wrapping around Violet’s shoulders and the other pressing her close.

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