Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 779

Chapter 779: Its Too Late

Seraphira schooled her expression into an unreadable mask, completing the visage of a queen fully down to business.

"About me?" She sounded intrigued. "I would say that is surprising."

Out of Violet’s mates, Asher Nightshade was the one who had drawn her attention from the start. The boy was ever vigilant. Ever attentive—even though his aura was heavy like someone bearing the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Tell me then, what is it about me you wish to discuss?" She chuckled, deliberately taking the situation lightly. Or rather, that was her own way of coping with the unexpected tension.

Seraphira lifted the cup to her lips and was about to take another sip when Asher announced, "We know you’re sick."

The words landed like a blade.

The announcement came so suddenly and unexpectedly that her hand trembled, the hot tea sloshing over and burning across her palm.

"Your Majesty—" Lila rushed forward with a tablecloth, about to tend to her hand, but the Queen lifted her palm sharply, halting her. Her gaze remained fixed on the cardinal alphas.

"Where did you hear such news?" she asked.

Her voice was calm, but the temperature in the room dropped so abruptly it was a wonder the air itself didn’t freeze.

Asher did not flinch.

He took his time, lifting his cup, sipping once more before setting the porcelain down with care. "It wasn’t difficult to guess," he said evenly. "You were unable to use your magic earlier today to heal your daughter. Then Lila slipped, asking about your health. It didn’t take much effort to put two and two together."

Lila froze, mortification and fury warring across her face. This was her fault. She should have been more careful.

Queen Seraphira sat ramrod straight now.

"What do you want?" she asked coldly.

Asher’s eyes narrowed. "What do you think I want? The mother of my mate is sick. I need to know whether that sickness is life-threatening."

"That is none of your business," Lila snapped.

"Exactly," the Queen concurred, voice composed even as her body betrayed her tension. "Everyone gets sick once in a while. Even the immortal Fae aren’t spared from such things."

"Well," Asher said, "are you dying? Yes or no. It’s quite a simple question, Your Majesty."

The Queen rose abruptly to her feet.

"I believe you have overstayed your welcome, Alpha Asher," she said, each word clipped, forced through clenched teeth. "Lila will escort you out." Her temper, for once, was unmistakably frayed.

But even under the intensity of her attention, Asher remained unmoved.

"With the way you’re unable to answer my question without resorting to aggression, I’d say I’m right. You’re dying."

The queen turned fully toward him now, her face drained of color, pale as parchment.

Asher continued, relentless. "And this is where you’re wrong, Your Majesty. If I was able to figure it out, do you truly believe it’s only a matter of time before your enemies do as well?" His gaze hardened. "Or should I be more precise—your husband?"

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