Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 109: Ironlady

Griffin might not have been the most intellectual of the alphas, but he certainly wasn’t blind to what was happening around him. Right now, Alaric looked like a deer caught in headlights, guilt practically oozing off of him.

Griffin narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Don’t tell me you two fucked."

"No, we didn’t!" Alaric blurted, nearly choking on his own spit in his haste to deny it. "We just... made out. Not once," he admitted reluctantly, scratching the back of his neck. "And, uh... under the rain."

Griffin let out a low whistle, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "It was that good, huh?"

Alaric’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as he fumbled for words, his gaze darting away.

"But you do want to fuck her, don’t you?" Griffin pressed, his tone casual but his gaze scrutinizing.

Alaric shot him a challenging look, finally regaining some composure. "And you don’t?"

Griffin shrugged, "She’s hot, strong, my kind of woman. Of course, I’d want to. But shouldn’t you be jealous right now? I mean, we’re talking about some girl you want to bone."

Alaric surprised him with his answer. "I strangely don’t feel jealous. Besides..." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "It’s not the first time we’ve shared a woman anyway..."

Griffin’s eyes glazed over slightly, as if recalling a distant memory.

Alaric leaned in, adding in an enticing tone, "And it was very good."

Griffin exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. "Yeah, until the girl decided to play us against each other. So no, I’m not doing Lucille again."

"Violet is not Lucille," Alaric argued firmly.

"She’s not," Griffin admitted, his voice hardening, "but they share the unfortunate similarity of being under Asher’s control."

"I don’t know what Asher’s done to Violet," Alaric replied, "but her mind is strong. And she’s immune to my electricity. Lucille wasn’t. Maybe, just maybe, Violet can somehow resist him."

that what this is about? Is that why you want to bring her out of the West House? You want to pull her into your house, groom her into your

with frustration. "You

me," Griffin

said evenly, "we both know Violet can’t stay in Asher’s house. That’s a fact. Moreover, If the

"Fuck. I’m sorry. Whether she’s under his control or not, I should have your back, even if it’s a terrible idea and you’re bound to

them dissolving as Griffin joined in. They laughed until their sides ached, the camaraderie between them momentarily easing the heavy

Alaric

Griffin replied

room, making them both pause. Alaric, sitting closest to the phone on the table, picked it up. His face paled when he saw

"Shit. It’s Ironlady."

cleared his throat, bracing himself as

unmistakably that of his mother, the infamous Ironlady, Irene. "I received a video recording today, and I have to say, the fight I

in his mind who the culprit behind this video leak was. It was his beta, Oscar. He would be having a serious

way of the East? We crush our enemies, not

’feral’ to Griffin, barely stifling his laughter. Griffin in return shot him a

again, Mom," he assured her through

her voice

"Yes, ma’m."

as if a switch had been flipped, her tone softened, becoming unexpectedly sweet and

help but smile, even as he protested, "I’m fine, but please stop calling me baby. I’m

this point, Alaric could not hold his amusement anymore and burst

Irene’s sharp ears didn’t miss it, her attention shifting from her son. "Is that Alaric’s voice I hear?" she asked, her tone

replied, shooting Alaric an exasperated

the phone,"

phone over, mouthing, ’lie on

bluff, accepting

Alaric greeted her with his charming

doing, my dear?" she asked, her voice filled with

well, Irene.