Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 874

Chapter 874: Roman Was Gone

Everything went wayward in the blink of an eye. The moment Micah’s fingers closed around Ziva, something went terribly wrong.

He didn’t feel the magic at first until thousands of needles were piercing through him at once, burrowing deep beneath his skin. The pain was more than physical, crawling through his veins, his nerves and striking his core. His breath hitched violently as nausea surged up his throat, and the world tilted.

Micah dropped hard to the ground as his body convulsed, muscles locking and unlocking in erratic spasms. His vision swam, colors blurring into one another as he fought to stay conscious.

No. No, no.

He tried to vanish but nothing happened.

Micah forced the power again, trying to drag it up from whatever well it lived in, but instead of obeying, his body trembled, distorting at the edges like a broken reflection.

It was as if he existed in two places at once but belonged to neither. The air around him warped with unstable energy, but he remained stuck where he was.

"What —" Micah choked, his teeth grinding as another wave of pain crashed through him.

He tried again and again all to no avail, every attempt making it worse. His skull throbbed violently, pressure building behind his eyes like something was trying to split him open from the inside. His limbs felt heavy, weighed down like stone, refusing to respond the way they should.

Through the haze of his vision, he saw Ziva.

She approached him slowly, her expression glowing with cruel satisfaction. She was enjoying his torment.

"Hello, brother," she said, her voice dripping with mockery as she crouched in front of him.

Micah dragged in a breath, forcing his head up just enough to glare at her. "What have you done to me?" he grunted.

Ziva tilted her head, feigning thoughtfulness. "You see, the thing about trying to destroy your enemy is that you become quite predictable. Obviously, daddy was going to be your first target. And then obviously me..." She let out a laugh. "Because, of course, I would never let anything happen to him. And who knows that better than anyone else?"

Her gaze cut into him

"You." She leaned in slightly, her eyes gleaming. "I knew all your little tricks. The way you drag people into hell and play god with them there. We figured that would be your move. Cut off the shepherd and the sheep scatter, right?"

She scoffed. "You really should have come up with something better. Although, what made you think you were ever going to win this fight? Not even by changing territory?"

That was when Micah’s saw the truth behind Angus’s confidence. Three witches were at different corners of the hall, the air cracking with magic as they summoned three portals.

Oh shit.

From those portals, waves after waves of Angus’s forces poured in. Werewolves. Witches. An army. They flooded into the hall in relentless numbers, their arrival shifting the balance instantly.

Goddess above. Micah’s stomach dropped.

This wasn’t a fight but a trap they had walked straight into.

All around him, chaos broke out fully now. The clash of bodies, the crack of bone, the screams of pain, it all blended into one violent symphony. Blood sprayed across the polished floors as both sides collided, teeth and claws meeting magic in a brutal exchange.

But it didn’t take long to see the pattern.

For every one of Angus’s men — or women — that fell, two more took their place. Their own forces were thinning. Fast.

Wolves dropped around him, their bodies hitting the ground with sickening finality.

They were being overwhelmed, and as long as those portals stayed open, this would never be a battle, only a massacre.They had no choice but to execute Plan C or none of them were leaving this place alive.

"I won’t kill you," Ziva announced to him, almost bored. "Daddy wouldn’t like that." Her gaze dragged over him, slowly. "But you can sit here and watch as we destroy each and every—"

An inhuman roar cut her off, followed by something massive slamming into her from the side with bone-crushing force. Ziva’s body flew across the hall and smashed hard into the wall. She dropped instantly, limp and unmoving.

Griffin stood there in full beast form, enormous and terrifying. His body was covered with blood, some of them his, most not. His chest heaved, eyes blazing with fury that bordered on feral madness.

He turned, grabbed Micah by the collar, and hauled him up with ease. "Get up," he growled with a deep and gravelly voice that was not fully human.

Micah tried but his legs buckled immediately.

"Ziva," he gritted out, struggling to stay upright. "She paralyzed my body and my magic."

Griffin’s jaw clenched, a low snarl rumbling in his chest. He tightened his grip, keeping Micah from collapsing again.

"Plan C," Micah forced out, his voice strained. "We need to initiate Plan C. We’re getting out of here. Our forces aren’t enough."

Griffin froze for half a second.

"We are leaving?" he echoed, the words rough, as though they didn’t sit well in his throat.

It wasn’t just Griffin speaking anymore, but the beast. Whatever upgrade happened through the bond, man and beast had become one.

"Go," Micah snapped, urgency cutting through the haze of pain. "Now."

Griffin’s head snapped up.

Through the bond, his voice slammed into the other wolves in his pack.

Summon the witches! We are leaving now!

Across the battlefield, Roman heard him through the bond and reacted.

"Find the Alpha King and retreat!" he shouted with equal authority, instructing his pack.

The message spread like wildfire. One by one, the wolves echoed it.

"Fall back!" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

We need Elijah.

Already on it. Griffin said, moving.

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