Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 37: Freak Show

Asher’s glasses must have fallen off during the fight because, in a sudden and horrifying turn of events, Griffin was ferociously punching his own face. The sight froze everyone, their expressions full of shock and disbelief. It was then that Violet realized that Asher had charmed him into doing it.

However, before things could escalate further, Roman stepped in, positioning himself between the two alphas. Even from where she stood, Violet could hear his commanding voice, "Let go of him, Asher. This has to end now."

But Asher’s response was anything but calming. He bared his bloodied teeth, a crazed smile stretching across his bruised and battered face. Violet felt her stomach churn having recognized that look. Asher didn’t want this to end. He wanted it to escalate. Chaos was his element, and he thrived in it. The guy was insane, for crying out loud.

Her attention shifted to Griffin, who had managed to grab his punching hand with his free hand, desperately trying to stop the self-inflicted assault. The struggle was obvious in his eyes, his face contorted with the effort of holding back his own strength. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, the hand continued to rise, inching closer and closer to strike his face again.

Asher’s power was in the psych, giving him control over his opponent’s brain, and in turn, over motor functions. He had willed Griffin to harm himself, manipulating his mind like a puppet. But Griffin was a Cardinal Alpha, his will and strength unmatched by most. Violet couldn’t help but wonder if he was strong enough to resist Asher’s powers.

That wasn’t the only alarming development. Violet’s eyes widened as she noticed Griffin’s body begin to swell, muscles expanding as his mass increased. It shouldn’t have been possible, but nothing was impossible with the Cardinal Alphas.

She wasn’t the only one to notice. Beside her, Dion let out a sharp intake of breath. "Fuck, this is bad."

Violet’s heart raced. "What’s going on?"

was grave as he explained, "Griffin’s main power is his strength, but it also gives him the ability to rage out. When that happens, he’s hardly in control.

idea what "rage out" meant but something told her she didn’t want to find

one coming to that conclusion. The once-calm coach now wore a look of sheer panic, his composed demeanor completely gone. He began yelling at the students, his voice booming with urgency. "Get away from

sense of urgency now, as everyone began to flee in a chaotic panic, werewolves included. Only a few werewolves remained, keeping their distance at what they

behind, not when their fragile lives were on the line. Violet came to an abrupt halt when a ferocious roar ripped through the air, shaking the ground beneath her feet. A cold shiver ran down her spine as birds erupted from the trees, scattering in alarm

knocked the breath from her lungs. She saw Griffin, or rather,

body. His massive arms and legs seemed capable of obliterating anything—or

aura of pure chaos and destruction, yet Violet couldn’t stop the brief flicker of awe that rose in her chest. Who

however, lasted only seconds. Griffin let out another deafening roar, the sound like rolling thunder, and then he charged forward. His target was clear: Roman and Asher, who stood rooted in place, wide-eyed like two deer caught in

but Griffin closed the distance too fast. He charged like a raging bull, unstoppable and furious. Yet, Asher stood his ground, that wild glint in his eyes as if he already had a plan to neutralize Griffin, despite

bravery was short-lived. One powerful punch from Griffin sent Roman hurtling through

feet—was no man. It was a massive, impossibly

frozen, utterly dumbfounded and overwhelmed by what she was seeing. How could any of this be