Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 106: Science Geek

~ Griffin ~

Griffin Hale sat alone in his room, the glow from the large screen of his computer illuminating his chiseled features and fiery red hair.

He was playing a game and gripped the game controller with intense focus, his fingers flying across the buttons as the sound of grunts and battle cries echoed in his room.

This wasn’t just an ordinary game but a personalized video game with cartoon versions of the four Cardinal Alphas as the main characters. He had deliberately chosen Roman as his opponent, and at this moment, the green-haired, cartoonish version of Roman was taking a relentless beating from the hulking animated Griffin.

Though the animated Roman was getting obliterated, the victory felt hollow. It didn’t satiate the roiling emotions churning in Griffin’s chest. It was just not enough and no amount of digital destruction could quell it.

"Come on, Roman, is that all you’ve got?" he muttered under his breath, his voice filled with venom.

The animated Roman fell to the ground in defeat, but instead of reveling in his victory, Griffin tossed the controller across the room. It landed on the floor with a thud as he leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his thick mane of red hair. His chest heaved as he tried to calm his breathing, his frustration showing.

The fight earlier with Roman had left Griffin unsettled, and now the beast inside of him was clawing at his psyche, demanding release. One he could not give, not unless he wanted someone’s death on his hands. The bastard wasn’t all the time in his control.

Unlike the other cardinal alphas who carried the burdens of their own cursed gifts, Griffin’s was far more primal. The beast inside him wasn’t merely a part of him; it was a separate entity altogether, existing in a perpetual state of rage, demanding violence, and resisting any form of control.

with their wolf side as an extension of themselves. It was their animal counterpart that coexisted in harmony. But Griffin’s beast wasn’t like

freedom from the constraints Griffin imposed on it. And he, in turn, didn’t trust the beast. Their

Griffin growled, as if

Roman. Roman Draven’s audacity to match Griffin’s strength using the power of animals, was an insult the beast couldn’t tolerate. His beast saw Roman as an insult, a rival who dared to claim equality

slammed his fist against the armrest of his chair, the

reckless decisions of their parents. They had sought to make the ultimate weapon out

they had condemned him to a life of constant vigilance, ensuring

wasn’t even sure they would be able to

had taken away his innocence, and given him

no, he wasn’t going to think about that motherfucker. Not unless it was his fist ramming his ugly face. But then, poor Roman didn’t deserve to

that they might destroy each

once a knock sounded on Griffin’s

with a low, guttural voice. Griffin wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone, not with the beast clawing at his

from the other side

open the door,

began, but then his brow furrowed, and a sardonic smirk crossed his face. "Why do you look like a drenched rat? Don’t tell me—" He glanced at the lightning crackling through the sky outside. "The storm was your doing,