Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 397: All Gone Wrong "Boss, we can't find the targets," the squad leader reported, standing stiffly before Cynthia.

Her jaw ticked. "Are you sure? Have you searched everywhere?" "Thoroughly, ma'am. We turned this entire place upside down." Cynthia sucked her teeth, clearly unimpressed. She took in the scene around her. The place had already been a disaster when they arrived, but she hadn't had tto question the cause until now.

Griffin Hale and the purple-haired girl were still missing which wasn't ideal. Still, the mission wasn't a loss, if anything it was quite the opposite They had uncovered a cache of she-wolves hidden by the rogues. It was quite a jackpot. Capturing male werewolves for experimentation was much easier. Pure-blooded females were rare and highly prized, and the disappearance of even one was enough to raise suspicion.

The rogues had taken a risk. A stupid one.

Albeit a stupid risk that would work to their favor because now, they had females for their experiments. Once they returned to the facility, they'd sort out the pure-bloods and dispose of the rest. Cynthia could already picture Patrick's face, weeping with joy.

Her gaze swept toward the corner, where the captured rogues knelt in a line, their power restrained by the suppressor cuffs. Her eyes landed on the wiry one scowling at her with intensity.

"Get him," she ordered coldly.

The squad leader gestured, and two operatives yanked the rogue to his feet.

He struggled wildly, forcing one of them to jab him in the stomach with an electrified baton. His body convulsed with a scream, his eyes flaring gold before dimming again as he crumpled to the ground, breathing hard.

Cynthia stepped forward with a look of superiority. "Ready to talk now?" "Go to hell," he spat.

"You're already in it, fool" she sneered, and slammed her weapon across his face.

The werewolf hit the dirt again, groaning. Cynthia planted a boot hard on his chest.

"Where is he?" The Rogue wheezed. "Who?" Her heel dug deeper, forcing another pained groan from his lips.

"Shane. Where is he?" "I don't know." "Really?" Her smile was all venom. She nodded at the operative with the baton, who stepped forward and delivered another jolt of electricity. The rogue's body shook violently, teeth chattering.

When it ended, Cynthia stomped on his chest again, this troaring, "WHERE IS HE?!" "I don't know!" the rogue shouted, his voice cracking. "He went in with the purple-haired bitch we were ordered to capture. No one saw what happened after that! Then that thing ccharging through and tore everyone to pieces! Nobody knows where he is!" Cynthia's nostrils flared. "This. Is. Why. You. Should. Have. Never. Captured. Griffin. Hale." She kicked him with every word she said, her frustration boiling over until she was breathless.

She turned to the squad leader. "Griffin Hale's beast is unbelievably resilient. We're not taking chances with him. Good thing we cprepared." Her wicked smile said all.

Suddenly, a scream rent the air and weapons were drawn instantly as operatives turned in the direction, tensed for a threat.

"Snake! Snake!" one of them screamed, flailing backward.

Several others burst into laughter.

"Dude, it's just a green snake," someone chuckled. "It's not even poisonous!" Cynthia exhaled loudly, unimpressed. "Amateurs," she muttered.

"Let's waste the goddamn serpent!" another operative growled, already cocking his gun.

"Chill out, man. You're the one invading its territory." One operative knelt down carefully, reaching to pick the snake and steer it aside.

Except two things happened in a blink.

The small, seemingly harmless snake twisted and expanded, a monstrous green bear rising in its place.

The operative had just enough tto gasp, before the bear leaned down and bit his head clean off.

For a second, no one moved as blood erupted from the headless corpse like a fountain. Then the body crumpled to the forest floor, twitching, and that was when chaos erupted.

The other operatives screamed, sof them in fury, and others in terror as the confusion cleared from their eyes. Then they lifted their guns and began to fire.

But the bear was unbelievably fast as it weaved through them, dodging with a disturbing kind of grace. The few bullets that hit him barely left a dent as its hide was thick enough not to let them penetrate. The green bear swept through the operatives, causing bodies to fly and breaking bones.

Reinforcements burst from the house and treelines with shouts, raising their guns to fire. But before any could shoot, crackling arcs of electricity snapped through the clearing with direction, electrocuting them one by one until they dropped to the ground violently, convulsing.

"Shit!" Cynthia cursed when she saw what was happening. Those were the cardinal alphas. How did they even get here?! Her gaze sharply scanned the field noticing each Alpha in their element, and noticing one was missing. Where the hell was Asher? But Asher was already in the thick of the action.

While their focus was on the frenzy bear who killed them with abnormal delight, and the lightning wielder, Asher moved like a ghost. He stepped into their ranks without them even knowing and touched the first operative. The moment the operative snapped his head around, his eyes fogged as Asher's compulsion took hold.

"Dude, what the fu-" Bang.

The man shot his own teammate in the head before turning to the next.

Just like that, there was confusion in their midst as the operatives turned on each other, shouting, accusing, and firing. Even though the operatives had the number on them, it was safe to say that this was quickly becoming a carnage.

As if that was not enough, Cynthia spotted a familiar face at the truck trying to free the captured females.

Adele.

Hell no. Not on her watch.

"Turn on the sonic emitter now barked the squad leader beside her.

Without hesitation, the man pulled out a control device, tapping fast.

Within seconds, the air itself vibrated as a vicious, high-pitched frequency blared from the mounted truck speakers, slicing through the ears and minds of every werewolf in range.

Even the mighty Cardinal Alphas couldn't stand against that sound. Alaric screamed, the electricity around his hands fizzling out and died. Roman roared in pain as he shifted back into his human form, shivering and naked in the dirt. Asher collapsed to his knees, clutching his skull. Adele cried out, blood trickling from her ears as her veins bulged with the strain.

It was safe to say that all the werewolves were in pain.

Cynthia smiled at the effect. Then she commanded the surviving operatives. "Get up! Kill them now! Get rid of them now!" Cynthia laughed as the tide changed in her favor. Patrick was so going to love this. The death of the cardinal alphas would destabilize the packs while giving them the morale to go on with their plans.

At once, the cardinal alphas were surrounded as the operatives rose, their eyes burning with vengeance! They cocked their guns in anticipation of the satisfying kill. Then they fired in unison, bullets upon bullets upon the alphas. Asher, Alaric and Roman knew at that moment that they had underestimated their enemies and would now pay the price with their lives. Asher had no regrets, knowing Griffin would protect Violet with his life.

The only regret on Roman's part was not having the chance of showing his purple flower how aweshe could be in bed. As for Alaric, he wished he could see her just one more time. But then, it was too late.

So they closed their eyes waiting to exit gloriously, except for over a minute, nothing ing happened. Then they opened their eyes to see ssort of force field shielding them from the hail of bullets. Huh? What was going on? They turned, and all three shouted in unison.

"Lila?!" Roman was the most befuddled. Didn't she die? To think he even wept for her.

There she stood, glowing with furious Fae power, a fierce wind rippling through her hair as her eyes sparked with light.

"Stop gawking, you morons!" she snapped. "Take out the damn speakers!"

Inside the shield, the sonic wave couldn't reach them. So Alaric rose to m his feet, rage reigniting his spark. rage reigniting Electricity flared from his hands and he obliterated the mounted emitters one by one. The speakers exploded like fireworks. The sound died instantly.

Lila dropped the shield and with a wave of her hand, summoned a violent gust of wind that launched several operatives across the clearing.

This twhen the alphas stood, their eyes were lit with vengeance. They were so going to end this. Seeing what was going on, Cynthia's face darkened and then she said to the squad leader, "Get the chopper ready. We leave now!" "But what about the hostages? "Leave the damn hostages! Get out of here now!" But even as she barked the command, she felt a cold chill creep up her spine. She turned to see Asher. With a face set like stone, he stared at her directly like death cto claim its due.

"Shit." She didn't wait and ran.

Her boots pounded the dirt as panic clawed its way into her throat. How the hell did it all go so wrong? Behind her, rapid gunfire erupted as the squad leader was unloading every last bullet he had, whether to stop Asher from reaching her or to buy himself a second of mercy, she didn't know. Neither did she care.

All that mattered now was this: she could not get caught.