Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 797

Chapter 797: Go Back To Hell

Rivere the cat sat calmly near the wall, grooming his paw like nothing had happened. He dragged his tongue across his fur with absolute indifference, as if viciously attacking a witch moments earlier had been nothing more than a routine part of his day.

Well, his day now, since he had been turned into a cat bound to protect Adele.

Micah carried Adele to the infirmary where he helped clean the wolfbane from her wounds. The poison had seeped into her body through the garrote cut, and although she was a healer, it still weakened her.

She was pale and exhausted.

It was no surprise when she eventually fell asleep.

Micah would have stayed beside her, but there was far too much to do. The entire school needed securing.

"Psst," he hissed quietly toward the cat.

Or rather, his brother. Sort of.

God, this was weird.

He tried to get the animal’s attention.

Rivere paused for a moment and looked at him.

Then, with what Micah could only describe as a deeply condescending expression, the cat went right back to licking his paw.

Micah sighed.

"Just look after her, alright? I’ll be back."

Rivere remained silent, acting completely oblivious to the instruction.

Micah recognized the silent protest for what it was and ignored it. He stepped toward the doorway, but stopped just before leaving.

He turned back.

"Thank you," he said.

For the first time, the cat stopped grooming.

Those unblinking, annoyingly beautiful green eyes stared straight at him.

Then Rivere hopped onto the bed beside Adele and curled up next to her, sitting like a quiet guardian watching over her.

That was enough for Micah.

He stepped out of the infirmary, already dialing Samantha’s number.

The phone barely rang before she answered.

"Is the barrier up?" he asked immediately.

"Reconstructing a ward larger and stronger than the one before is not child’s play, Mr. Raymond," Samantha snapped. "I need preparation, assistance from sister witches, and considering how much werewolves dislike our kind, gathering help is taking time."

Micah’s jaw flexed.

"How much time?"

"We need until midnight," she replied. "It’s the witching hour. Magic is strongest then."

Micah stopped walking.

"We don’t have that much time. Leaving the school unprotected until nightfall isn’t ideal, Samantha."

"Well maybe you should have been more careful with the ward in the first place," she shot back. "This isn’t beginner magic and I can’t rebuild something like that alone."

Micah exhaled slowly, forcing his temper down.

"Fine. Do what you have to do. But be quick. I’ll have the wolves secure the campus and make sure not even the shadow of a zombie gets near the students."

"Now you’re talking."

The line went dead.

Micah headed straight for the ballroom.

Professor Alwen immediately brightened when he saw him.

"Have you found Adele?"

"Yes," Micah answered. "She’s safe. Thank you for your help."

Then he stepped into the hall.

One of the teachers was currently guiding the human students through breathing exercises meant to calm them. The wolves, meanwhile, looked bored out of their minds.

Micah spotted Commander Malakai near the back.

Micah’s expression tightened.

"Listen, Adele...I’m sorry."

"It’s not your fault, Micah," she interrupted gently. "It’s not like you knew she was going to come after me."

"That’s exactly the problem," Micah said grimly. "I knew one of them would come back for the girl. I just didn’t think they’d come after you. I was careless."

"Well," Adele said with a small shrug, "now I know her face. It’s not like she can catch me off guard again."

"There won’t be a next time."

But Adele shook her head.

"You have her sister," she reminded him. "There will always be a next time."

Micah’s jaw tightened.

"Not if I hide you somewhere she can’t reach you," he said. "Then the fight will be between her and me alone."

Adele’s face fell instantly.

"Are you serious right now?" she said sharply. "You know what happened the last time I was trapped in hell and you want to send me back there?"

"Technically, Rivere was the one holding you hostage then," Micah muttered. "That wouldn’t be the case this time. You’d be a guest. And Rivere would be there to protect—"

"I’m not going back there," Adele said firmly, her features hardening. "End of discussion."

Silence settled between them.

Then Micah’s phone rang.

At first he considered ignoring it, but the thought crossed his mind that it might be Samantha calling about the ward.

So he pulled the phone from his pocket and looked at the screen. His face fell.

"Well," he muttered darkly. "Speak of the devil."

It was his uncle.

Elijah.