Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 166: Wolves’ Den

The moment the signal was given, chaos erupted.

Students scattered like a herd of startled deer, their bodies moving forward with a singular goal to escape and win. Eyes burned with desperation, feet pounded against the damp earth, and within seconds, the wild expanse became a battlefield of newbies pushing, shoving, clawing for an advantage.

Violet’s grip on Lila tightened, her fingers digging into the girl’s wrist. Beside them, Daisy clung to Ivy, all of them moving in sync as they cut through the frenzy.

Desperate students tried to shove between them or rather, strategically separate their competition. But the four girls held their ground, pushing forward like a current refusing to be broken.

The tall grass lashed at their legs, slick with rain and mud. The damp air burned in Violet’s lungs, her breath coming in ragged gasps. But stopping wasn’t an option. Not now. Not ever.

"Fuck it!" she cursed, swiping her wet face with her left hand.

The ground beneath them had become soft and muddy from the rain that Alaric had summoned. What mercy? Asher’s so-called mercy was nothing but a cruel trick, an added layer of difficulty to an already merciless game.

"This is fun!" Lila screamed, her eyes alight with exhilaration

Violet snapped her head toward her, incredulous. Was the girl insane? What part of this game looked fun?

Behind them, she could feel the heated gazes of the werewolves, each ready to close in on them the moment the waiting time was over.

"I mean, look at this! It looks like we might actually run past—ahh!" Lila’s words were cut off by a sickening snap.

A sudden force ripped her off her feet, and in the blink of an eye, she was whipped into the air.

"Lila!" Violet screamed, skidding to a stop, her heart plummeting.

rope

her voice.

she too was yanked into the air,

captured, their bodies

mouth, eyes wide with terror. "T-There are traps everywhere..." she whispered,

Violet’s stomach dropped.

turned in a slow, horrified scan of the

right. There

waiting time was a lie. This was

to wait five minutes. That was just a cruel illusion. A way to pick them off before

hanging nets, their bodies twisting and fighting to break free. It will be hell to get out of those. They were stuck there for good until the alphas captured them especially with the others — some, their friends — running and

Fuck. Fuck!" Violet ran a hand through her

couldn’t go forward. Who knew how many traps were buried ahead? There was no going back, not to the Alphas. And she damn well wasn’t leaving her

groaned, her body swaying slightly as she tried to twist herself up. Above her, the tree

barked from her own trap, her voice carrying above the rain."You’ll only tighten the snare

on, I’m getting you down!" Violet moved, her

her head toward

the rain, the loose earth made it easier to spot the disturbed patches where the hidden triggers were buried beneath the grass. She dodged one,

working on the knot. But it was tight. Too tight. Whoever set this trap had ensured

tried pulling at the fibers, prying them

needed something. Something sharp. Her gaze fell on a sharp, jagged piece

Snap.

stick snapped in half like

sharp enough