Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 51: Scenting Ceremony

A brown-haired werewolf stepped forward, arrogance in every line of his posture. He gave a crude thrust of his hips and sneered, "Perhaps someone should give her a taste of the real deal! Maybe then, she’d know the difference."

The moment he made a move toward Violet, she retreated, realizing the the situation was escalating dangerously.

However, Violet shouldn’t have bothered, because a low, dangerous growl from, shockingly, both Asher and Griffin.

The brown-haired werewolf’s smug expression drained of color, his cockiness dissolving in an instant. He froze, then stepped back sheepishly, visibly trembling with fear.

However, everyone was now staring not just at Asher, but mostly at Griffin in surprise. After all, Asher was known to be defensive of the purple-haired girl, not Griffin.

Even Griffin seemed taken aback by his own instinctive response. His brows furrowed slightly, as though questioning himself. But his hesitation was brief, and his expression shifted into something cool and composed.

"Let’s get this over with." He said.

And then, right before Violet’s eyes, Griffin began to shift, bones cracking and muscles ripping as he started transforming into his wolf form.

However, Griffin’s transformation seemed to be the cue, as every single werewolf in the arena began to shift, the sound of several bones cracking and grunts almost grotesque. Violet nearly became light-headed seeing so many shifts happening at once, especially since this was her first face-to-face encounter.

As expected, Griffin was the first wolf to finish shifting, and Violet forgot how to breathe as she saw the huge, red-coated, ferocious-looking wolf. Its eyes were warm amber, and from the intelligence in them, Violet could tell this was both monster and beast.

a second beast caught her attention. It was huge, but not like Griffin’s gigantic beast; however, it was that midnight black coat that truly drew her focus. It seemed that even in wolf form, Asher’s eyes remained the same, and

him aside. Without a doubt, Violet knew that was Roman Draven. How

most beautiful snow-white wolf Violet had ever

Alaric Storm.

sunlight like

a vision of elegance

breath away. But at the same time, human or animal, those blue eyes seemed

had a

to the ground. The impact knocked the air from her lungs as

vision blurred momentarily, and in that instant, Violet swore she saw her life flash before her eyes. She was face-to-face with the beast’s razor-sharp teeth, their proximity too close for comfort. Her instincts screamed at her to move, but fear paralyzed her. Instead, she shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for

flew open in shock, only to be met with the sight of Alaric’s massive tongue eagerly licking her face, leaving

what was happening, but before she could get a word out, the situation took a worse

predators, began closing in, tongues out and eyes gleaming with mischief.

stomach churned as the first wolf’s rough tongue joined Alaric’s, swiping across her

made her recoil, but there was no escape. One by one, the wolves joined in, their wet noses pressing into her skin as their tongues dragged over her face, her arms, and even her legs. Violet’s world

her, a symphony of amusement from the human onlookers who

at the sight of their sharp teeth flashing in the sunlight. The thought of accidentally provoking them kept her frozen in place, her

they never actually hurt her. If anything, the sensations were more disorienting than painful. But the