Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 143: The Hospital

Elsie, blinded by her own arrogance and fury, reached out and grabbed Alaric’s arm, her fingers curling around his bare skin with enough force to halt his steps.

Which was of course a big mistake.

Alaric’s body went rigid, his muscles locking up as the energy inside of him reacted instinctively to the unwanted touch. Even his once rowdy pack members all held their breath having sensed the ominous charge that sent static tingling along their skin.

Alaric Storm wore his gloves, not because he lacked control over his abilities, but because lightning was inherently wild, unpredictable, and devastatingly powerful.

He had learned how to wield it, yes, but emotions were an entirely different thing. When heightened, his powers responded, even breaking free from the restraint of his gloves that served as a dampener.

And right now, Alaric’s emotions were anything but calm as electricity licked up his arms, surging to the surface.

Elsie’s body jerked as the electricity shot through her veins and she screamed in pain.

She convulsed as several thousand joules of voltage surged through her nervous system. Her hands jerked violently away from Alaric, her eyes wide in shock with her breath choking in her throat. Though the whole thing barely lasted a few seconds, to her, it might as well have been an eternity of agony.

Alaric yanked himself back with wide, horrified eyes. "No, no, no—fuck!" he cursed, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

"Shit," Griffin growled under his breath, already moving before anyone else. No matter how much of a bitch Elsie was, she was still unconscious and twitching on the floor.

He crouched down and lifted her into his arms effortlessly, groaning slightly as residual shocks crawled up his limbs. Though he winced, he gritted his teeth and pushed forward, ignoring the pain.

"Quick. Make way! She needs help," Griffin barked, already storming toward the door.

Alaric, frozen, could only watch, guilt burning into his chest like acid. This was his fault. He did this.

"Alaric!" Griffin’s voice snapped him back to reality. "What the fuck are you waiting for?! Let’s go!"

Alaric didn’t waste another second following after Griffin. The both of them moved down the corridors, passing through students who stared in shock at the sight of the unconscious Elsie.

beeline for the

student whipped around at the sudden commotion. Her brows furrowed in immediate suspicion as she took in the sight of Griffin carrying a limp

have got to be

the hell happened?" she

his fists, his shoulders

kind of look that screamed, Are you fucking

interjected quickly,

she muttered, before shooting a glare

the

head and stepped closer to assess Elsie’s condition. "And Elsie

said firmly, "Elsie did

his ass for

seems fit to give me. Elsie might be a bitch but she won’t be dying in my arms. My

love to help, but I’m out of

and Griffin’s heads

burned through most of my energy healing up the Fangball players. This is why you don’t electrocute people on a game day." She gestured at the beds

Griffin’s gulped. "Well, shit."

meant there were lots of injuries at the end. Although werewolves had accelerated healing, depending on the

look at her, but we

seemed to drop at once. Alaric’s expression darkened instantly as a low, warning growl rumbled from his chest at

pointed out. "Moreover, all those experiments, isn’t it

turned her back to them, moving toward another patient,

a silent communication passing

not wrong though, Elsie’s their vip."

through his nose. "Of course, she’d be." His

they

their presence drawing immediate attention. The