Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 133: Threatened At The Game

Fur as black as midnight rippled across the massive form of the wolf, each shift of muscle beneath the sleek coat radiating power.

Fangs sharp as blades glinted beneath curled lips, their gleaming white a stark contrast to the darkness of his fur.

Yet, for all his terrifying intensity, Asher’s wolf was stunningly magnificent, a creature that ought to be revered and feared

Even in that form, his eyes were still the same slitted gray, hauntingly and intimidating, pinning her in place with their unrelenting intensity.

Violet hadn’t even realized she was clutching her seat so tightly until her knuckles turned white, her heart pounding in her chest as if trying to escape.

Asher let loose a thunderous roar. One that reverberated across the field, silencing everything and everyone, the entire world pausing to witness him.

Violet stayed completely still, unsure if she was even breathing as another growl escaped Asher’s snarling maw. This one was harsher, his lips peeling back to reveal gleaming, deadly teeth. The sound was directed squarely at her, and the students around that vacinity let out a startled gasp, shrinking back in their seats.

But even as the ferocity of his display sent chills down her spine, Violet’s eyes caught something incongruous, his tufted tail swishing from side to side. The motion was not aggressive, almost playful, and a subtle contradiction to the terrifying image he was trying to project.

To her, it almost felt as though Asher was showing off, demanding her attention. As if he was saying: Look at me, my purple queen. Look at how majestic and powerful your king is.

And she did look.

away. There was something mesmerizing about him, something uniquely beautiful in the way man and beast merged

What must it feel like to be part of both worlds? To experience such power and

moment, it was as if an invisible thread pulled her toward him, an inexplicable urge rising inside of her. She wanted to to go to him, to run her hands through his dark fur, to feel its texture against her fingers. Worse still, she wanted

because his unblinking gaze locked onto hers, and without breaking eye contact, he began to move toward her. His massive

them had ceased to exist, leaving only

one powerful and edged with warning. The sound came from behind him, and

majestic white wolf stood tall, lightning sparking faintly along

Alaric.

Yet the black wolf wasn’t scared. Violet couldn’t read wolf body language, but she swore Asher’s practically oozed smugness. What are you going

one holding her breath this time, the entire audience seemed frozen, their eyes fixed on the two alphas. Alaric’s growl deepened, his stance lowering slightly as though he was readying for a

obviously reached his limit as he ripped his cap off and hurled

met with a chorus of boos from the crowd, the students’ dissatisfaction echoing through the stands. Some began chanting mocking words, with

not return empty-handed. But even with the deafening

barked, turning his focus to Griffin, who stood nearby in his crimson-red

his tongue lolling lazily and his tail swishing as though he found