Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 98: Unwilling Partner

The moment Griffin and Roman stepped into the center of the training hall, the atmosphere became serious. Although the commander said this was going to be a drill, the way Roman and Griffin eyed each other was enough proof it was going to be intense.

The commander barely announced the start when Roman, quick as a striking serpent, darted forward and landed a solid punch to Griffin’s face. The sharp crack sounded in the hall, and blood smeared across Griffin’s lips.

Violet’s jaw literally dropped to the ground. Was this really what the commander wanted from them? This wasn’t sparring; it was a brawl. If indeed, this was a drill, then they might as well be signing their death certificates.

Griffin wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes narrowing in fury. The sight of the crimson streak across his hand provoked him. And just like that, his face twisted into a snarl as he charged at Roman with the force of a freight train.

Roman moved to dodge him, but Griffin’s strength and unrelenting barrage of punches were impossible to avoid entirely.

The sound of fists meeting flesh filled the room, and Violet winced even though she was never one to shy away from violence.

That was going to hurt for sure.

Blood splattered onto the floor as the two alphas clashed like titans, the dance of power versus speed quite mesmerizing.

Around her, the werewolves roared their approval, cheering as though this was some gladiator’s fight. They had got to be kidding her.

Her gaze shifted to the commander, and the one person she expected to intervene stood with his arms crossed, watching the fight intently with an analytical expression.

Unfortunately, the fight became so fierce that the students were forced to scramble out of the way as Roman and Griffin rolled across the ground, engaged.

Roman managed to slam Griffin down, the sheer force of their bodies sent vibrations through

to predict who would be the winner. Roman’s speed and agility kept Griffin on his toes,

that Roman speed was starting to falter and his moves became predictable. Griffin was tired as well,

a vicious chokehold, their muscles straining as they each tried to overpower the other. Their faces became red with the veins on their neck

whether they were witnessing a fight or a death match. And finally, the commander stepped forward and

said evenly, cutting through the din of heavy breathing and shuffling

nor Roman seemed to hear him. More like they ignored him. They gripped

got the commander’s attention,

that’s

released each other, gasping for air. Their chests heaved as they glared at one another, each still unwilling to back down. It was known

to move, stepping forward to offer Griffin a hand. Although Griffin was still seething, he allowed his friend to pull him up. Asher in turn, sauntered

Griffin’s busted lip had already sealed, though faint bruises lingered around his jaw. Roman, however, bore the brunt of the battle of a swollen black eye and a split cheek that were healing slower

tend to their wounds. The room was buzzing with energy, the raw intensity of their fight still hanging in the

drill I was looking forward to..." Malakai muttered under his breath, his tone dry with disapproval. "I won’t have humans dying under my watch," he continued, louder this time. "Nonetheless, learn

get my face smashed

attention back to him. "Now," he barked, "we’re moving on to today’s drill. Imagine you’ve been overpowered by someone

girls in the room practically lit up. The excitement was obvious as hands shot into the air and voices clamored for

"Pick me, Asher!"

"No, me!"