Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 138: Not A Congratulation

Griffin was on fire this time around. He tore through the opposing team who had the ball, smashed into wolves and sent them tumbling as though they were nothing more than leaves in a gale.

By himself, he created a path through the field, tossing opponents aside like snow being plowed to clear a road.

Unfortunately, time was running out for them. There was just one minute left and not even his raw strength could save them, not without them scoring.

Violet clung to the edge of her seat as the second ticked louder in her mind. Not just her, but the rest of Alaric’s supporters were restless now, their anxiety reaching a fever pitch.

The heat of the match was now firmly on Griffin, the red wolf standing out as the battering ram of his team. Unfortunately for Asher’s team who focused on him, they forgot about a certain star player.

Griffin gritted his teeth as he fended off two defenders, his claws digging deep into the earth. With a heave, he launched the lunar Orb across the field. The crowd followed its arc with a gasp watching as it landed in another wolf’s gripper.

Not just any wolf but a white one. Alaric Storm.

Shouts of anticipation and excitement rent through the air while Violet shot to her feet, hope appearing on her face.

"Go, go, thunderboy!"she screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice hoarse.

"Go, go, thunderboy!" Lila copied her as usual, except in her case, she chanted it.

moments, nearly half the stadium was chanting in unison, their cries lifting Alaric’s morale like a

at the sound, and his strength was renewed. But as usual

heard the chant, easy picking out Violet’s voice from among the others and fury crossed his expression. His chest heaved with anger, his gaze snapping to Alaric

always for Alaric. What could

with a frightening razor-sharp focus. His muscles coiled as he prepared to strike, his intentions clear. He was going to stop Alaric at

this move. They moved like clockwork, forming a protective shield around Alaric as he moved from their own half. Griffin took the brunt of Asher’s charge, his wolf

undeterred. His claws dug into the earth as he tried to force his way through. But Griffin held firm, his growls rumbling like distant thunder. The blockers and chasers swarmed around

closer with each

caged. He finally managed to break free from Griffin’s hold, his paws digging into the ground with such force it sent

streaking across the field as he closed the gap between him and Alaric with a record time that the second best

wasn’t sure what terrified her more,

in question could feel Asher’s breath hot on his heels. His muscles screamed in protest, but he

coming and with one last surge of strength, Alaric leapt into the air, his body soaring over the

as if holding their collective breath just as Asher roared

was

he released the lunar Orb with perfect target. The glowing ball hurtled through the air and landed squarely in the pit,

that it seemed to shake the very earth.

Six to eight.

Alaric’s team had won.