Defy The Alpha(s) - Chapter 547

Chapter 547: Luck For Tomorrow

It turned out Roman had somehow managed to turn the “rat epidemic” around in the most bizarre way imaginable. While the commotion had been breaking out earlier, he had subtly taken control of the swarm. Instead of scattering wildly, he made the rats line up neatly at the front of the garden like a well-trained army awaiting orders.

Then, to everyone’s bewilderment, a chorus of squeaky sounds began to rise. At first, it sounded like ordinary squealing, sharp and high-pitched. But slowly, the tones began to blend together, weaving into an oddly harmonious melody. It was a song. A rat rendition.

The guests were still pale and traumatized by the earlier sight of hundreds of rats flooding the garden. But when a few of the rats broke formation and began dancing, with one spinning into a flawless moon slide, and another flipping into tiny breakdancing moves, the fear immediately turned into stunned silence.

And then, all at once, screams broke out. Except this time, it was not from terror, but from awe and sheer delight. Phones appeared in hands instantly, recording the surreal performance. The sound of laughter and gasps of amazement rose as the rats twirled and performed perfectly timed choreography. It was ridiculous yet mesmerizing. It was completely Roman.

By the time he ended the performance with a dramatic bow, the applause was deafening. The guests whistled, clapped, and even shouted for an encore. Roman grinned like the devil himself, soaking up the cheers as if he’d just performed a grand concert instead of orchestrating a nightmare made adorable.

Unlike their chaotic entrance, the rats exited in perfect order, scurrying away as if they had simply melted into the night. Then Staff members rushed in immediately, cleaning up the remnants of chaos.

And that was the scene Violet walked into, as if nothing had ever happened.

Roman, however, hadn’t exactly gotten off scot-free. Even though he’d redeemed himself with his ridiculous performance, Elijah still slammed him with punishment: cleaning up the entire place once the party was finally over.

Except when was the party going to be over?

The guests showed no signs of slowing down. They were drinking, laughing, and dancing like dawn didn’t exist, unlike Violet and her mate who wanted the circus to be over already.

They all needed rest. Most of all, they needed their strength for tomorrow because their escape had to be perfect. There would be no second chances.

Thankfully, a few minutes after midnight, King Elijah finally stepped forward, commanding the entire garden with his presence. His towering figure was bathed in golden light as the music quieted and all eyes turned to him.

“Tonight,” Elijah began, his voice smooth and powerful, “I want to thank each and every one of you for honoring my invitation and joining me in celebrating the newest blessed wolves in our midst.”

Polite applause rippled through the crowd while dozens of gazes turned, lingering on Violet, Roman, and Griffin. The attention was suffocating, but Violet forced herself to smile politely. Unlike them, Micah sat at the end, hands tucked behind his back, and looked bored as hell.

Elijah’s tone warmed as he continued, “The Matebond is a sacred gift. A sign of the goddess’s favor. To witness not one but two bonds among my heirs fills me with pride and gratitude. It is proof that the goddess herself has taken an interest in their future.”

The crowd clapped again, louder this time.

Then Elijah’s gaze slid to Micah, and his next words were intentional. “The goddess is gracious, even to those we might deem… undeserving. Nonetheless, a Matebond is a Matebond, no matter the vessel, and tonight, we celebrate them all.”

The applause returned, but Micah didn’t so much as flinch. His expression remained stone-cold, though Violet noticed the slight twitch in his jaw and the way his eyes locked onto his uncle’s. Elijah didn’t even seem bothered by the silent defiance; if anything, he seemed entertained.

Suddenly, Elijah’s voice changed, taking on a mournful edge. “But some blessings unfortunately walk hand-in-hand with sorrow. Tomorrow, we journey to the West Pack to mourn one of our very own, Alpha Henry Nightshade.”

He paused, letting the murmurs sweep through the crowd. “He died heroically, defending the next generation from the vile terrorist Patrick Vale and his followers. Alpha Henry gave his life in the most honorable way an Alpha can, and that is protecting his pack.”

Violet’s mouth twitched. If only they knew the truth.

“Henry’s courage will not be forgotten,” Elijah declared. “And that is why after his burial, a monument will be erected in his honor, forever standing as a reminder of his sacrifice.”

“Oh boy,” Violet breathed. Trouble was brewing in the air.

Griffin cursed under his breath while Roman said. “Asher’s going to lose it.”

And he wasn’t wrong. It was bad enough that Asher had to spin Henry’s last moments into a hero’s tale to protect them all. Now Elijah was ensuring his legacy would be carved in stone for everyone to worship—a constant reminder for Asher to choke on every single day.

The clueless crowd broke into applause, reporters snapping photos as Elijah basked in the glory, his smile triumphant, and posture regal.

Elijah was doing this on purpose, Violet could tell. Everyone knew Henry was a horrible person. Saving them? That was the joke of the century. This was Elijah’s way of letting them know he was onto them. He didn’t have the evidence, so he was punishing them instead. Punishing Asher.

But no matter what, their secret would stay buried. Forever.

“And now,” Elijah said, his voice returning to its usual warmth, “let us drink, dance, and be merry. Tomorrow, duty awaits.”

With that, he turned and swept away, his beta, Christian, following close behind.

The moment he left, the crowd relaxed, the party springing back to life. It wasn’t long before Irene rose to her feet and approached them, her expression unreadable.

“I’ll pray for you tonight. Best of luck tomorrow.”

And then she left too.

Violet let out a shaky breath. Indeed, they would need all the luck they could get.