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.

your nerves, your muscles, your heart. I just... nudge it in the

loudly, crossing his arms. "Whatever, man. I still don’t get

I happen to have an incredibly handsome face to

into laughter, the sound reverberating through the room. "Keep telling

marry myself. I mean do you know what I could achieve having double

again, this time holding his

a blank expression before he grimaced at his soaking wet clothes clinging

dying down, "Dude, stop stealing my clothes, especially when you’re

a hand in a dismissive

after him but he

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 soft

how many wardrobes does one guy need?" Alaric muttered to

minimalistic gold

his leaner frame, thanks to Griffin’s broader shoulders and larger build. Hence It draped over Alaric like a curtain, but he rolled up the sleeves and

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

closet. He found Griffin still seated down and waiting for him and a far

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

rolled his eyes, adjusting the oversized sleeves. "Your taste