Defy The Alpha(s) - Chapter 712

Capítulo 712: The Accident

Dion had never truly understood the relationship between Micah and Natalie. At one point, he had even thought they were an item, considering how fiercely protective Micah was of her.

But that theory never made sense. How could they be together when Micah still slept with other people so openly? Dion had once reasoned that perhaps being an incubus was simply too complicated and that he and Natalie had reached some strange agreement between them.

Now he fully understood.

That was why Natalie hated being touched. That was why she kept a distance from everyone.

People thought it was arrogance. That she was just Natalie Avax with her nose stuck high in the sky. All because she had money.

But this wasn’t pride, it was trauma.

And Micah hadn’t been overprotective, he had been guarding her. He’d known from the start and carried the secret alone. Even from him.

And now Dion knew if anything happened to Natalie, Micah would wring the life out of him. His demon boss had told him specifically before leaving to keep an eye on her.

“Fuck!” Dion cursed, pacing along the edge of the road as students stared and whispered around him. He dragged a hand through his hair, panic tightening in his chest.

Then he spotted a power bike cut through the road ahead, ridden by one of the senior students. Dion didn’t recognize the rider, but that didn’t matter. He needed to get to Natalie before she did something stupid.

He stepped into the road and waved the bike down hard.

“Hey, man!” the rider snapped as he stopped in front of Dion.

Another rich kid. Good. It would be easier dealing with him than a werewolf.

So in one swift move, he grabbed the rider’s collar and yanked him clean off the bike.

“Hey!” the senior shouted as he hit the ground.

“You’ll get it back!” Dion barked over his shoulder.

He swung onto the bike, flipped the ignition switch, kicked the stand up, squeezed the clutch, and slammed the starter.

The engine roared to life beneath him.

Before the shocked owner could even stand, Dion twisted the throttle and shot forward, the tires screeching as he tore down the road.

Just like Natalie, Dion zoomed off recklessly, sending students scrambling out of the way, their backpacks flying and screams trailing behind him.

Yep, there was no doubt. He would write about himself in moon feed exclusive.

Dion didn’t slow down, not when he needed to catch up with Natalie.

Students needed permission before leaving the school grounds, but Dion didn’t care as he raced toward the entrance. Perhaps it was because they recognized him from earlier, or maybe it was the hard, determined look on his face, but the guards lifted the barrier before he even reached it, letting him pass without a word.

There was no sign of Natalie at first, but the road leading out of Lunaris stretched as a single lane for several kilometers. That meant she could only have gone one way. The real problem was what direction she would take once the road branched out.

Dion clenched his teeth and pushed the bike harder. He had never driven at this speed in his life, but desperate times demanded desperate measures. The wind whipped against his face, the engine roaring beneath him as the narrow stretch of road finally broke into multiple lanes ahead. Panic fluttered in his chest. What if she had already turned off somewhere?

Then, like a miracle, he spotted Natalie’s car.

Relief slammed into him so hard he almost laughed. For the first time in his life, Dion was grateful she drove a car no one else owned.

Natalie was still driving at full speed, and given her emotional state, it was beyond dangerous. Dion didn’t know how to handle this. Pulling up in front of her might startle her and cause an accident. Calling her on the phone wasn’t an option either, not at this speed, not while he struggled to keep control of the bike himself.

Hence Dion kept a careful distance, staying close enough that his presence would register in her side mirror if she bothered to look.

But Natalie didn’t look, still driving too fast, her tires screaming against the asphalt. Her recklessness told Dion she wasn’t just driving, Natalie was running from the scandal. From all of them. And he couldn’t blame her.

“Slow down,” Dion muttered under his breath, teeth clenched as the bike vibrated beneath him. He turned on the bike’s headlight and flashed it twice in quick succession.

Still, Natalie didn’t react. Her gaze was still

locked straight ahead, her emotions in a turmoil.

“Come on… come on, Natalie,” Dion leaned forward, pushing the bike faster, riding closer now but never directly in front of her. His eyes stung as he squinted through the rush and flashed the light again.

For one terrifying second, Dion thought she would keep going, but her speed dipped just a bit.

She saw him. Finally!

Her eyes caught the flash of the bike in the mirror and their gazes met.

For one fragile moment, the world narrowed to just the two of them — Natalie’s tear-blurred eyes wide with shock, and his mouth moving around her name.

“Natalie—”

Then tragedy struck.

From the opposite lane, a dark-colored car barreled forward at full speed and Natalie didn’t see it on time. When she noticed, the car was already too close.

“NATALIE!” Dion screamed.

The driver swerved at the last second, blasting his horn violently. Natalie reacted on instinct, jerking the steering wheel hard to the right. But the red car veered too sharply and her tires lost grip.

The back of the car fishtailed twice before before the entire vehicle spun out of control. Dion watched in horror as the sleek red beauty left the road completely.

It was as if time slowed as the car slammed through brush and loose gravel before crashing violently into a thick tree with a sound like the explosion of metal.

“NO!”