Defy The Alpha(s) - Chapter 665
Chapter 665: The First Horsemen – 4
It was strange. Noah had never seen a drug like this.
Inside the pamphlet, a line was printed in italics:
Want a taste of power? Try IGNIS.
Further down, there was a small drawing of a clock, the hand fixed at the 30-minute mark.
Thirty minutes for what?
None of it made sense. It felt like gibberish, and his head was pounding too much to decode whatever this was supposed to mean.
Noah had just begun to set everything aside when his bedroom door suddenly swung open.
He jerked, nearly jumping out of his skin.
Lo and behold, Anthony stood in the doorway.
Fuck his life.
“Dad?” Noah called nervously, rubbing his palm against his shirt.
Anthony squinted at him — still obviously drunk — first staring at Noah as if he wasn’t sure he was real, then glancing toward the clock on the far wall.
“You’re an hour early,” he muttered.
Noah lied smoothly. “I wasn’t feeling well. A coworker covered my shift.”
Then something seemed to click in Anthony’s fogged brain. He stumbled farther into the room and grabbed Noah’s chin roughly, turning his face toward the light.
“What the fuck happened to you?!” he snarled.
Noah swallowed hard. “I slipped and fell.”
Anthony’s grip tightened. “Do you think I’m a fool, boy? Who did this to you?”
Noah hesitated, then exhaled. “It was Ken. A coworker. He’s a werewolf.”
He should have lied. But the sudden concern in Anthony’s expression made him say the truth. Maybe some tiny part of him hoped his father would finally fight for him.
Noah continued with a low voice, heavy with the humiliation of the day.
“I got fired. The manager chose him over me. I snapped and threw the first punch. And then I got this.”
Except, he should have known better.
Anthony’s face hardened, that moment of concern evaporating. His jaw clenched, and his eyes went cold.
“So…” his father started slowly, voice dripping with contempt, “not only did you get fired, you let a werewolf beat you to a pulp?”
“No, it was just one punch…”
The words slipped out before he could stop them and instantly made everything worse.
Anthony barked out a humorless laugh. “I’ve got a fucking dimwit for a son.”
Noah froze.
Anthony stared at him, gaze narrowing, something cold and mean twisting in his expression. “Are you even sure you’re my son?”
“What?” Noah’s blood turned to ice.
His father could have punched him, kicked him, screamed at him and Noah wouldn’t have flinched. But hearing the man who raised him doubt whether he belonged to him at all? That cut deeper than any blow ever could.
Anthony said callously, “I mean, for all we know, your whore of a mother never loved me. She could’ve dropped some bastard kid on me just to punish me.”
And with that, Anthony didn’t just twist the knife, no, he drove it straight through his heart.
“No son of mine would be pathetic and weak like you,” Anthony sneered. “So you lost your job. What now? You expect me to go out there and work for the both of us?”
Noah didn’t answer. He just stood there, his shoulders stiff, letting the words wash over him.
Anthony jabbed a finger into his chest.
“I raised you for eighteen years. I put a roof over your head. The least you could do is take care of me now.”
His father wasn’t done.
“I told you earlier the last thing you should ever do is lose to a werewolf.” Anthony’s lip curled with disgust. “And what do you do? You pick a fight with one and get knocked out in front of everyone.”
He shook his head, laughing bitterly.
“What was I expecting anyway? So pathetic.”
And with that, Anthony turned and shut the door with a bang. Even outside, Noah could hear him cursing his existence.
After Anthony shattered him with those words, there was simply no will left in Noah.
His father was right.
He was weak. He was pathetic.
His eyes drifted to the syringe, and whatever hesitation he’d had evaporated.
What did it matter anymore? He had already lost everything. He might as well get high.
With numb fingers, Noah picked up the syringe and drew the milky liquid from the vial. He hesitated only once, the needle hovering over his arm…
Then he made up his mind.
He jabbed the needle into his vein and pushed the plunger.
Instantly he gasped. Noah’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as the drug shot through his bloodstream like lightning. Heat exploded under his skin, rushing toward his skull.
Then came the flames.
Noah hit the floor writhing, fists clenching, and back arching as fire streamed through every nerve. His veins felt like molten metal. A strangled sound escaped him, half scream, half breathless helplessness.
Then the pain stopped.
A wave of euphoria washed over him, warm and intoxicating. The fire that had been burning him alive turned into power. Energy. Ecstasy.
For the first time in his life, Noah didn’t feel weak. He felt unstoppable. Powerful. Like he could do anything and get away with it. It was a strange yet thrilling sensation.
Then he walked over to the door. He grabbed the handle to pull it open, and instead ripped the entire door off its hinges.
Noah froze.
“Holy shit.”
He stared at the door in his hands, then down at his fingers, flexing them like he couldn’t believe they belonged to him. A wild laugh burst out of him. No way!
But suddenly, he choked. Something was loose in his mouth. He spat it into his palm, and found it was a tooth.
Noah didn’t think about it. It didn’t matter. Not compared to the rush of adrenaline ripping through him.
He strode back to the bed and snatched the pamphlet, eyes racing over the bold italicized line:
Want a taste of power? Try IGNIS.
“So that’s what you meant,” Noah muttered, exhilaration buzzing through his veins.
With power like this, he could do anything.
He pictured Ken, that smug werewolf, looking down on him. Well, not anymore.
Not when he could finally fight back, and
win.
The possibilities spiraled in his head, intoxicating and limitless.
Then a thought hit him like a jolt of ice.
Wait.
This was only one dose.
Noah scanned the pamphlet until he found fine print at the bottom corner.
For additional supply, contact…