Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 766

Chapter 766: Violet Will Join Me

Duskmoon Village

"It’s been confirmed," one of the wolves reported to Angus. "Your brother has found the doctor, Patrick."

Angus and his advisers were gathered in their meeting place, planning their next course of action, especially with the disturbing news that had reached them lately.

Angus scoffed. "My little brother must have finally woken up from his slumber after my last visit."

"What do we do now?" his beta, Jericho, asked, his eyes fixed on him.

"We do nothing," Angus replied. "The time is not ripe."

"Are you sure about that?" another adviser pressed. "There are reports of humans turning into... cannibals—"

"Zombies," Ziva supplied casually. "That is what they call them."

As was common in every meeting her father permitted, the witch made sure she was in attendance.

The older man glanced at Ziva, slightly flustered, then waved a hand. "Fine. Zombies." His eyes gleamed with determination. "That makes this the perfect time to step out and be the hero our people need, Alpha."

"No," Ziva said. "It is not."

All heads turned toward her at once, murmurs rippling through the room. None of them ever liked Ziva speaking in their meetings — she was female, young, and, in their eyes, far too bold. But if Angus allowed it, who were they to object?

Ziva felt the displeasure rolling off the men, but she did not care one bit. Left to her, she would not have surrounded her father with these old fools at all. But it was her beloved daddy’s choice, and she respected it.

Holding their gazes boldly, Ziva continued. "There isn’t enough death yet."

A hush fell.

"Enough death?" one of them lifted a questioning brow.

"It’s too early for Father to step out," Ziva declared. "If he does, he’ll dilute the impact of his return. But if he waits—" her lips curved slightly, "—until enough blood is shed to form a river, until werewolves cry out for help with no one to answer... when there is nothing left but pain and sorrow—"

She paused, letting the image sink in.

"Then Father appears like the messiah he is and takes control. With his army, we cleanse the vermin, and my father takes his rightful place as Alpha King."

For a moment, no one spoke. The wolves at the table simply exchanged looks, as though her words had finally settled and begun to make sense.

Even Angus wore a proud expression. "I’m impressed," he said.

Ziva’s cheeks flushed at once. She liked it when her father looked at her like that.

Then Jericho spoke up, his tone cutting through the moment. "Your plan is good," he said, "but it isn’t foolproof."

Ziva turned to him with a sour expression. She hated that man.

"You’re relying on waiting for things to escalate," Jericho continued, "and that’s dangerous. You forget that humans are like the sands of the earth—countless — and unlike them, we are numbered. If the werewolves are wiped out, who exactly will your father rule over in the end? Zombies?" He scoffed. "And with what army will he fight?"

Ziva opened her mouth to answer, but Jericho wasn’t done.

"The second reason why your idea of waiting is flawed," he added. "You’re counting on the werewolves becoming helpless, but they aren’t, are they."

Ziva closed her mouth, scowling as he pressed on.

"There are still the Cardinal Alphas," Jericho reminded her, "And your powerful sister, Violet Purple."

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