The ride to the airport lasted only fifteen minutes, but to Violet, it felt like an eternity in hell.
By the ti 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 tornted his own heirs, he had shifted his twisted gas 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 tornt 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 ti to execute Plan B.
If Violet was being honest, it wasn’t the most brilliant plan ever, but it was the best they had co up with considering the situation.
The airport for private planes wasn’t like a comrcial 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 ti, 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 mont 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 ca 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 ti 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 mont, Violet thought they were actually going to make it until they stepped outside and her breath caught.
Right there, by the periter 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 soone to co through this exit.
Violet and Griffin froze, exchanging a tense glance.
Griffin swallowed, then rolled his shoulders, muscles flexing beneath his shirt. The ssage was clear to Violet, he’d
take them all down if he had to.
But before he could make a move, soone said from behind,
"What are the two of you doing here?"
Violet spun around to see Christian, Elijah’s beta, striding toward them with suspicion in his eyes. "The plane is about to take off," he added, his tone dangerously calm.
The truth hit Violet like a punch to the gut. Elijah had been one step ahead of them all along. Not that they haven’t seen this coming, but failure still hurts.
With no other choice, they returned to the jet, Griffin’s jaw locked tight. Violet’s stomach churned the entire walk back.
When they reboarded, the atmosphere inside the cabin was completely different. Elijah was seated comfortably in his leather chair, sunlight streaming through the oval windows, laughter booming as Roman leaned toward him, clearly entertaining the Alpha King with so elaborate story.
Roman’s green eyes flicked up at their arrival. The brief widening of his eyes said everything—he had fully expected them to be gone by now.
"Oh, Roman," Elijah chuckled, wiping a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye, "you truly are a delight."
Then his gaze shifted toward Violet and Griffin. "Did you two go sowhere?" he asked innocently.
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 mont 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 inford.
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.
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