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."

you want to bring her out of the West House? You want to pull her into your house, groom her into your perfect version of

voice laced with frustration. "You know that’s not what this

me," Griffin

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

she’s under his control or not, I should have your back, even

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

Alaric said

Griffin replied

Alaric, sitting closest to the phone on the table, picked it up. His face

"Shit. It’s Ironlady."

Alaric handed him the phone, and Griffin immediately cleared his

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

jaw clenching. There was no doubt in his mind who the culprit behind this video

the way of the East? We crush our enemies, not have fun with them," his mother

stifling his laughter. Griffin in return shot

again, Mom," he assured her through

not," she replied, her voice as hard as

"Yes, ma’m."

flipped, her tone softened, becoming unexpectedly sweet and maternal. "Nonetheless,

smile, even as he protested, "I’m fine, but please stop calling

not hold

her son. "Is that

replied, shooting Alaric

him the phone," Irene

phone over, mouthing, ’lie

him bluff, accepting the phone

Irene," Alaric greeted her with his charming

are you doing, my dear?" she asked, her

Irene.