Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 221: A Lone Alpha

Alaric stormed away through the woods, anger practically sizzling off of him. "Alaric!" Griffin called, but he didn’t stop.

"Alaric, listen to me!" he tried again, finally grabbing him by the arm. But the moment Alaric turned, fire burned in his eyes.

"No! Don’t you dare touch me!" he spat, jerking away. His voice was sharp and laced with raw pain. "This was all your idea, and look how it turned out!"

"Alaric—" Griffin tried to speak, but Alaric cut him off.

"At least if I had settled with the fact that she had chosen to be cut from me, it would have been better than being left with that... that—" His voice broke, his breath shuddering.

Alaric couldn’t even say the word. His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

"With that memory!" he finally spat bitterly, his entire body shaking. Tears burned at the corners of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He would not cry, not for her. Instead, he would let the heavens hear his cry.

Griffin gave him a sympathetic look, placing a careful hand on his shoulder. "It might not be what you’re thinking—"

But Alaric flinched away from his touch like it burned.

"And what exactly is it, then?" His voice was keen with accusation. His hands trembled at his sides, his breathing ragged. "Don’t act coy, Griffin. You too saw exactly what happened. She and Roman were fucking kissing. This was why she rejected the houses because she wanted to be with fucking Roman!"

Griffin clenched his jaw, shaking his head as if he didn’t want to believe it.

"No, it can’t be. I know Violet to an extent and she hates Roman’s fucking ass. Perhaps, she might have an explanation for this and you of all people know how Roman can —"

Alaric let out a hollow, bitter laughter. "What reason could that be? " He shook his head apologetically, "I’m sorry, but I’m not like you who always try to see good in everyone even when they don’t deserve it.

he continued. "Violet knew exactly what she was doing. She played me. Just like Julia They’re all the same." His eyes

sound left Griffin’s throat.

warned, his

a low wolf-whine. Both of them might be Alphas, but Alaric was his friend, and werewolves were pack creatures. Right now, Griffin could feel Alaric’s pain, and

his friend disappeared into the darkness of the woods. And not

rain poured down in

rain streaming down his face, mixing with the sweat and anger simmering beneath his skin. Then his nose flared as

in surprise, glancing back toward the shack not too far off. His lip

his tone laden with mockery. "I have to applaud Violet. Making all four Cardinal Alphas lose their heads over her..." He chuckled, "Her cunt must really be magical

slugged him with a solid punch that knocked

enough to pummel him again. "Do

a

trailing from his split lip, but before he could

ruin

he beat him down, Roman looked confused, his

and yet you snatched her away like you always

So that was

inside

he shoved Griffin off, the force sending him slipping on the wet soil. Griffin fell, cursing as he hit

then he started punching his

cracking against Griffin’s jaw. "But I saved his

over in one swift motion, reversing their

bellowed, his voice raw. "Trouble, you say?