Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 107: Griffin As A Wife

"Fine, " Alaric said, taking a deep breath, and focusing on the subtle electrical impulses running through Griffin’s body.

Every heartbeat was controlled by electrical signals originating from the sinoatrial node, the heart’s natural pacemaker. Using his powers, Alaric sent faint currents of electricity into Griffin’s chest, mimicking the signals produced by the SA node to regulate his heart rate.

"You’ll feel a slight tingling," Alaric warned, though Griffin barely flinched.

As Alaric worked, he monitored Griffin’s physical response. The erratic heartbeat began to steady under his influence, the chaotic rhythm falling into a slower, more controlled pattern.

"You’re also overventilating," Alaric said with a calm yet clinical tone. "Your body’s CO2 levels are dropping, which is why you feel like you’re losing control. Breathe with me slowly."

Griffin followed Alaric’s breathing, his inhales and exhales gradually deepening and slowing down. Alaric then adjusted the currents, using the vagus nerve, a cranial nerve that plays a crucial role in parasympathetic control, to further regulate Griffin’s body’s response.

"There," Alaric said after a few minutes, his voice filled with pride and satisfaction. "Your fight-or-flight system is disengaged."

Griffin leaned back against the couch, his eyes closed as the tension ebbed from his body. His breathing was even now, the beast retreating back into the back of his mind. Thank the gods.

"You’ve really got that lightning voodoo down to a science, don’t you?" Griffin joke, cracking an eye open.

Alaric smirked, standing up and brushing his damp hair out of his face before he dropped down to the seat beside Griffin.

everywhere. It’s in your nerves, your muscles, your heart.

man. I still don’t get how

jab. "Because science is sexy," he said, gesturing to himself. "And I happen to have an incredibly handsome face to add to my

"Keep telling

I’ll just marry myself. I mean do you know what I could

Griffin burst into laughter again, this time holding his belly. "God, I can’t take it

his soaking wet clothes clinging to his

stop stealing my clothes, especially when you’re

turning around. Instead, he raised a hand in a dismissive wave, rolling his eyes. "You have too many clothes

you don’t!" Griffin shouted after him but

found his way to Griffin’s massive walk-in closet, a shrine to his friend’s taste for luxury. The sheer size of the space was overwhelming, with rows of neatly hung designer shirts, jackets, and pants. Shoes were meticulously arranged on tiered racks, and a collection of watches gleamed under the

Alaric muttered to himself, as if

a hanger which was a black one with minimalistic gold detailing. Unlike Griffin, his own

and larger build. Hence It

grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants, tightening the drawstring at the waist to keep them from slipping down. "Why are you built like a fucking bear?" Alaric grumbled as

the closet. He found Griffin still seated down and waiting for him and a far suspicious smug grin plastered across

with a lazy wave. "Look at you, borrowing my style now. Admit it, I’ve

"Your