Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 552

Chapter 552: Failed Plans

The ride to the airport lasted only fifteen minutes, but to Violet, it felt like an eternity in hell.

By the time the limousine rolled past the final stretch of road, she knew without a single doubt. Elijah knew.

He knew she was his brother’s daughter.

And just like he tormented his own heirs, he had shifted his twisted games onto her.

He wasn’t confronting her outright. No, that would have been too easy. Instead, Elijah taunted her with the truth, needling at her composure, savoring the slow, deliberate torment of keeping her on edge until she cracked and confessed.

Violet refused to give him that satisfaction.

Her face remained perfectly calm and polite, a mask she wore with brutal discipline. But inside, her wolf snarled and thrashed against its cage. Thalia wanted blood. Violet wanted to scream.

Every breath she took felt poisoned by Elijah’s suffocating presence, his musky, dominating scent filling the enclosed space like a trap.

So when the limousine finally stopped and she stepped outside, it felt like coming back to life. The crisp, fresh air hit her lungs, washing away the stench of him. Her shoulders loosened ever so slightly, though the tension in her gut remained.

On the bright side, it was time to execute Plan B.

If Violet was being honest, it wasn’t the most brilliant plan ever, but it was the best they had come up with considering the situation.

The airport for private planes wasn’t like a commercial one. There were no endless lines of passengers or giant terminals. Private jets loaded in a smaller, quieter section off to the side — just a few hangars, a couple of runways, and a single building for paperwork and security checks. Most of the time, security here was lighter because everyone flying private was "trusted," especially the Alpha King.

Their plan was simple: escape before the plane ever left the ground.

The moment Elijah’s jet stopped and everyone got caught up with luggage and greetings, Violet and Griffin would slip out through the back of the hangar. Most hangars had two exits, the large front gate for the planes, and a smaller side door for ground staff.

Once they were through that door, they’d only need to get past a chain-link fence with a single guard. It wouldn’t be hard for Griffin to knock him out if it came to that.

From there, they’d make their break for freedom.

Roman would stay behind with Elijah and play dumb, keeping the Alpha King’s attention on him long enough for them to disappear completely. By the time Elijah realized they were gone, his jet would already be in the air, and they’d be miles away heading for the North Pack to find Alaric.

It was risky, and they weren’t even sure it would work, but it was better than doing nothing.

Hence Violet and Griffin moved quickly, their hearts pounding, eager to get this over with before anyone noticed.

The plan was working perfectly—almost too perfectly — as they slipped from out the back of the hangar. For one brief, shining moment, Violet thought they were actually going to make it until they stepped outside and her breath caught.

Right there, by the perimeter fence, stood six guards. And not just any guards, but werewolves.

They weren’t just stationed casually either. Their stances were tight, alert, and shoulders squared, like they had been expecting someone to come through this exit.

Griffin lied. "Violet has a fear of flying, I was just trying to calm her down before we took off."

"Is that so?" Elijah’s lips curved into a knowing smile. His tone was even, but Violet could feel the disbelief beneath his words. He didn’t believe them for a second, but he wasn’t calling them out. Not yet.

Instead, he turned his full attention to Violet, his eyes gleaming darkly. "Well then," he said, "amid your discomfort, I hope you enjoy your flight."

With that, he rose, motioning for Christian to follow him as he disappeared into the private forward cabin reserved for the Alpha King.

The moment the door slid shut, Violet, Griffin, and Roman let out a collective, defeated sigh.

On the bright side, at least they weren’t stuck sitting with the smug bastard for the next four hours.

"We have only one option left now." Griffin said, holding Roman and Violet’s gaze.

"Asher’s." Violet breathed.

Of course, they hadn’t made all these plans without keeping the puppet master informed.

Asher had let them plan their escape, then quietly added a final move of his own, just in case the others failed.

Now, everything rested on him, and their own timing.