Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 32: Fresh Meat

"Hurry up! Move it! Move it!" Coach Harrington’s urgent voice urged Violet and the rest of the students to gather near the track.

Humans and werewolves stood side by side. Although it was obvious that the werewolves were more relaxed, exuding an air of quiet confidence while the humans mostly exchanged nervous glances.

Even Lila, usually so chirpy and full of energy, hadn’t said a word since they arrived, which worried Violet greatly. Who knew what awaited them for this exercise?

By the time everyone had assembled, Coach Harrington looked utterly satisfied with the arrangement, then announced, "Alphas, take over."

Wait, what? Violet turned so quickly her neck almost cracked. What the hell was going on here?

Before she could understand a thing, Asher and Roman had stepped out from among the group, pure evil smiles plastered on their faces. Whatever they had planned, it was obvious none of them would like it.

Would the coach really sit back and let the students take over his class like this? It couldn’t be. Except that was literally the case.

Violet’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she watched the coach settle into a folding chair, legs crossed, a large umbrella parasol shielding him from the sun. On the table beside him was a cold drink that he was already sipping. It was as if he were on a luxurious vacation rather than in charge of a training session.

What the hell? Where had all this even come from? She’d only turned her head for a few seconds, and he was already lounging comfortably. What in the goddesses’ name was going on? Violet’s head spun.

"And it begins," Lila finally spoke after what felt like an eternity of silence.

turned to Lila, an impending sense of dread tightening

games. We’re basically entertainment

all this information, and

her brows. "I thought you didn’t like

the right information!" she said, exasperated. "A little warning would have been good, and

voice. "They take it upon

to take the load off the coach’s shoulders by teaching his class. By the end of this lesson, you can bet your ass we’ll make something out of

it was that "something" that Violet feared. Her heart only pounded faster at the way Asher’s

stepped forward, his expression all business. His eyes scanned the crowd, calculating and cold. "Fresh meat, step out from your better halves right now," he

meant by that until she noticed two distinct groups forming. Before she could decide which way to go, she noticed Lila moving, and instinctively followed her. Her friend had gone through this before, having

semester. In one word, all new students. The better halves are

around, and Lila hadn’t been kidding. The fresh meat group consisted mostly of new students, both humans and werewolves. At least this time there was a

perhaps the elite students had immunity from whatever Asher and Roman had planned for

heart pounding in her chest as she hoped to make her escape

bumped into a solid wall of muscle. Her heart skipped a beat, and even without turning around, she knew exactly who it

turned to face Asher, trying to mask her nerves. "I’m in the top ranking,

he was considering her words, making her heart leap in