Alpha Rebellion

Chapter 565: Skin Him Alive

Oh, shit. She was still in Oscar’s body.

Violet's thoughts raced as Ace’s suspicious gaze burned into her. She cleared her throat at once.

"I mean..." she corrected quickly, "Violet sent me. Griffin is here too."

At the mention of Griffin’s name, Ace’s suspicion vanished immediately. If anything, his eyes lit up with hope, his

earlier confusion melting away as if it never existed.

"He's here?" he asked, almost desperately.

"Yes," Violet said, nodding her head. But there was only one question pounding through her head.

"Where's Alaric?" she demanded.

As if the universe itself answered her, there was the unmistakable crash of something heavy falling over. Violet's

head whipped toward the sound just in tto see a figure stumbling from behind a towering stack of crates.

Alaric.

For a second Violet couldn't move, her eyes trained on Alaric, or rather what had becof him.

His usually clean, refined presence was gone, replaced by a sluggish, barely coherent version of himself. The

shirt he wore was dampened with sweat, his whitish blonde hair tangled while his eyes were glassy and

unfocused. His bare feet dragged across the cold floor as he tried to steady himself, each breath visibly ragged

Violet's heart shattered.

"Alaric..." she breathed, forgetting entirely that to him, she wasn’t Violet. She was Oscar.

Alaric squinted at her through the haze of confusion written all over his face. "Oscar?" His voice was rough, and

his words slurred.

Violet ran, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. She threw her arms around Alaric, catching him

before his legs could give out completely. The force of the embrace nearly toppled them both, but she held him

tightly as if her life depended on it.

"Oscar," Alaric groaned, "Why do you smell so good?" His words tangled together as his head lolled heavily

against her shoulder.

Then, with sudden desperation, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, his body pressing

closer.

"Violet," he whispered, a shaky laugh bubbling from his throat like a man teetering on the edge of madness.

"Goddammit," Violet hissed under her breath, both impressed that he had recognized her beneath the disguise

and furious at the state he was in.

Her hands flew over him in a frenzy, checking for injuries. She traced his jawline, skimmed over his ribs, and

pressed against the tender skin at his throat. It wasn’t until she reached his wrist that she froze, her stomach

twisting. It was barely there but she saw the bruises.

"What the fuck, Ace?!" Violet cursed, lifting Alaric’s hand like it was evidence, demanding answers with her glare.

Ace, who had been frozen by the bizarre exchange between them moments ago, snapped to attention when he

saw the fury burning in Oscar's eyes. He understood instantly what he was accusing him of.

"No, it’s not me!" he blurted, gesturing wildly.

"Then who?" Violet thundered. "What did you do to Alaric?!"

Ace opened his mouth but only stammered, tumbling over words that refused to form.

"Tell me!" Violet's voice dropped lower, her wolf bleeding through her eyes that were now glowing with barely

controlled rage.

"It's our mother!" Ace shouted, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Alaric attacked her when he found out she

brought him back to the North pack. Alaric has always been loyal to her, to the bone, and then suddenly, he’s

rebelling. She said it was Violet's fault that she bewitched him, so she tried to reset his memory."

One phrase echoed in Violet's mind, freezing her blood. She went completely still, so still that even Ace paused,

nervous at the sight.

When she finally spoke, her voice carried a lethal intensity.

"What do you mean exactly by resetting his memory?" Her eyes were raw and red, rage simmering under the

surface.

Ace swallowed hard. For sreason, Oscar — or what he thought was Oscar — was terrifying right now.

"Speak!" she snapped.

"My mother has this machine," Ace

blurted, fear driving him on. "It's

called the Mnemosyne Brom’!

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shut down years ago, but she started

it again. She wanted to erase Violet

completely like she never existed."

Violet didn’t hear the rest. The only thing pounding in her head was Zara's intent: erase Alaric’s memories of her.

Ace kept talking, oblivious to how close Violet was to losing control. "Alaric believed he was meant to be mated

to Violet, but our mother thinks he’s gone mad. That's why she did this."

Violet's breathing turned ragged. "I'm going to kill that bitch," she hissed with fury. She spun on her heel, ready

to storm out.

"Whoa, whoa!" Ace jumped in front of her, panic on his face. "You can’t do that!"

"Watch me!" Violet shoved past him, her tone dark with promise.

"No, listen!" Ace grabbed her arm,

desperate to make her stop. "I just

bombed my mother's & Forgatthe

memory maeline)she going to skin

mie live when she finds out. And

even after I'm dead, she'll probably

resurrectwith one of her creepy

inventions just to tortureagain

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Violet rolled her eyes, unimpressed by his tics.

"The point is," Ace said quickly, "l just

destroyed the Mnemosyne Crown...

well, temporarily. My mother still has

the knowledge in her, hepd amd that's

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the North packhouse is the most

fortified place in the region. Escaping

is nearly impossible without help. My

plan was to break Alaric out of the

lab so he could fight with his powers

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He turned and pointed at Alaric who was currently giggling like a fool while swatting at invisible shapes in the air,

before stumbling face-first into a crate.

Violet's heart ached at the sight. To think Zara that wrench was cruel enough to do this to her own son.

Then her gaze shot past him to a massive control panel fixed against the far wall. A cluster of thick, insulated

wires snaked out of it, humming with energy.

And just like that, it hit her.