Defy The Alpha(s) - Chapter 591
Chapter 591: Finding Patrick’s People
Alaric asked, “Violet, what’s going on?” The question was still on his lips when the door slammed open.
And exactly like in her dream, Griffin stepped in with an unreadable look carved into his face. The only difference was in the vision, she had stared at him lustfully, but now, her mind was clear.
Griffin opened his mouth to speak, but Violet cut him off. “I hope you both got enough sex, because we have a fucking problem!”
Griffin’s mouth fell open, his eyes wide. “Did you get some kind of power? Can you read minds—?”
“No.” Violet didn’t have time for guesses.
She stripped her bathrobe from her shoulders and moved to the wardrobe, grabbing the first clothes her hands touched without even looking.
“Alice sent me a vision,” Violet said, pulling a red shirt on as she spoke. “We’re all going to die.”
“What?!” Griffin and Alaric shouted together, then looked at each other, alarmed.
“I know it sounds crazy,” Violet said, tugging on pink trousers and slipping her feet into them, voice tight. “But I saw it. I saw both of you die. It was traumatic. I won’t let it happen.”
They looked at each other, the room suddenly tight with fear. Violet was wearing a red shirt with a pink pants which was a horrible combo, but she didn’t care. There was no time for fashion.
Griffin asked her carefully. “What exactly did you see in the vision, Violet?”
Violet’s expression darkened. “There was an explosion. A massive one.” Her voice dropped, heavy with foreboding. “It destroyed the North pack… or at least the entire packhouse from what I could see. There wasn’t a single stone left standing.”
She added with a sneer, “And to think it’s all Patrick’s doing. Alice said he has his people embedded all over the North pack.” She turned to Alaric, urgency burning in her golden-flecked eyes. “I don’t think there’s much time left. We have to find the source of the explosion and stop it before it happens.”
Alaric, muttered under his breath, half to himself, “There are so many volatile supplies in…” His eyes widened suddenly, his head snapping up as a horrifying realization struck him. “W-A.”
Griffin groaned, “Oh, no.”
Alaric went on to say, fear creeping into his usually steady tone. “Warehouse A stores volatile compounds that must be kept under strict, room-controlled temperatures. If W-A is bombed, the shockwave wouldn’t just destroy the packhouse. It would destabilize the chemicals stored there.”
Violet’s stomach dropped. “Destabilize? As in…?”
Alaric’s gaze was grim, his next words clipped. “As in chain reactions, massive explosions, toxic fumes flooding the area. We’re talking fire, poison clouds, maybe even a chemical meltdown that spreads for miles.” He looked between Violet and Griffin, his expression deadly serious. “If W-A goes, half the North pack will be wiped out instantly.”
Griffin’s claws slid out, his voice a dangerous growl. “Then we don’t have a second to waste.”
Violet nodded, her features. “We move now before Patrick turns this place into a graveyard.”
“I need to contact Ace—fuck, where’s my phone?” Alaric was a mess, pacing back and forth, his voice edged with raw panic. He was disorganized, thanks to the haze of the mating fever. He hadn’t been paying attention to anything outside his fever-driven world with Violet, and now it was hitting him all at once.
“Here,” Griffin said tightly, tossing his phone across the room to him.
Alaric caught it on instinct, his hands fumbling as he swiped the screen open. The moment the call connected, he didn’t bother with pleasantries. His voice was sharp, rushed, and filled with command.
“Ace, listen to me carefully,” he barked the second his brother picked up. “Send all of our men to Warehouse A—now! It’s been sabotaged.”
There was a stunned pause on the other end before Ace’s voice came through, rough with confusion. “What the hell are you talking about, Alaric? Sabotaged? By who?”
“There’s no time for questions!” Alaric snapped, his grip tight on the phone, his knuckles white. “Patrick’s people are in the North pack, Ace. If W-A blows, the entire packhouse is gone. You have minutes, maybe less. Mobilize everyone. Seal off the area. NOW!”
Griffin was ready to move. “Tell him to check every entry point. If Patrick planted anything, there’s more than one access route.”
Alaric repeated Griffin’s orders into the phone without hesitation, his tone like a whip. “Check everything, Ace. Doors, vents, hidden tunnels—I don’t care. If you see even a hint of sabotage, get everyone out and lock it down.”
On the other end, Ace swore viciously. “I’m on it.”
The call cut off.
Alaric lowered the phone, his face pale but eyes blazing with determination. “We need to get the hell out of here!”
Meanwhile in Warehouse A….
Workers moved around with some wheeling in metal carts stacked with sealed containers, while others carefully logged inventory on clipboards and touch screens. At a corner, a pair of technicians adjusted the cooling systems that kept the compounds stable. The atmosphere was calm like every other day.
The lower-ranked laborers were mostly humans, hired to maintain the warehouse. They were professional in their work except for a small cluster of five individuals near the back.
They appeared to be restocking crates like the others, their heads down, blending seamlessly into the busy environment. But one by one, they slipped into the corner of the warehouse where the surveillance cameras had a natural blind spot.
Hidden from the rest of the staff, one of them crouched and unzipped a heavy, black duffel bag concealed beneath a loose floor grate. Inside were compact, metallic devices with blinking red lights.
“Move fast,” the leader hissed, pulling out the first detonator. “We need three set before anyone notices.”
The group worked in tense silence, attaching the first device to the base of a large shelving unit. The second was halfway installed when a sharp voice cut through the air.
“Hey!”
They froze, their heads snapping up.
A guard stood at the end of the aisle, suspicion etched on his face. “What the hell are you doing back here?!”