Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 61: Everyone Wants To Know

Werewolves were naturally aggressive and hot-blooded creatures, so clashes over power, dominance, and pride were frequent. Challenges to the Alpha’s authority, even within a tightly controlled pack, were not uncommon. These contests of will, particularly among those coveting leadership, were as expected as they were brutal.

Unlike Griffin, Roman, and Alaric, who maintained friendships or close relationships within their packs, Asher treated his members merely as soldiers—subordinates who followed orders while he provided the necessary resources for their survival and prosperity.

He believed in his father’s admonition that friends were often the first to betray you. Thus, he ruled them without seeking personal bonds, keeping them firmly in their place under his command.

In that charged moment, Asher’s Alpha presence filled the space, his authority emanating like an unstoppable force. The tension between him and his beta, Jeremiah, was palpable, their standoff teetering on the edge of violence.

The rest of the werewolves exchanged uneasy glances, clearly uncomfortable with the unfolding drama. They knew such confrontations rarely ended without injury, and it seemed inevitable that Jeremiah would be the one to suffer.

Asher stood tensely, every muscle coiled and ready as he addressed his challenger. "Do you really want to do this now, Jeremiah? Do you truly think you can take me on?" His voice dripped with a taunting confidence, an unspoken reminder of his unbeatable prowess.

Jeremiah’s defiance flickered in his blue eyes but quickly extinguished under Asher’s oppressive certainty. Knowing the futility of rebellion, he dropped his gaze, submitting with a bowed head.

"Thought as much," Asher remarked smugly.

He approached Jeremiah deliberately, each step measured and imposing, until he stood directly before him. Gripping Jeremiah’s chin, Asher forced their eyes to meet, his golden gaze burning into Jeremiah’s now-subdued blue.

"Next time you think of challenging me, be ready to see it through to the end. I don’t tolerate cowards." His words were a mockingly gentle caress, belied

initial resolve dissolving under the weight of Asher’s stare. The defiance drained from him, replaced by acquiescence.

emotionlessly, his warning clear and ominous.

The encounter had been so fraught with tension that

lingered outside, his posture rigid against the evening air. Minutes ticked by in silence until he broke it

corner of the West House, Roman emerged, a sheepish expression etched on his face as he stepped into

Roman approached, he challenged Asher’s leadership style. "You do

him with a hardened expression, a clear indication that he knew where this conversation was headed. They had traversed this ground

such confrontations, but fresh from his altercation with his beta, he was primed to redirect his aggression. Roman, unlike the beta, presented a formidable challenge, promising a

bum and thank them after a challenge like that?" Asher retorted with

only happened because you lord over them, not rule over them," Roman countered

they can do is follow my orders,"

leading them with kindness, and they might not be so defiant with your orders," Roman suggested, his

wolves are the best, the strongest, most disciplined because there’s no room for vulnerability. They

not a weakness, Alpha," Roman said, pausing hesitantly before adding, "You’re not your father,

a dangerous tone as he confronted Roman directly.