Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 266: Alpha Scratch Post

"Welcome back to the land of the living, Alpha Roman ," Abel grinned at Roman, who stirred from his long sleep. Due to the severity of his condition, he had been sedated to prevent further aggravation.

Right now, he groaned from the infirmary bed, feeling a crick in his tone. He sat up, stretching the affected area.

"I’m guessing I’m at the infirmary," he said, glancing around.

"Yes."

"What time is it?"

"8 p.m." another voice answered, and Roman turned his head to see Adele approaching with a clipboard in hand, and his cardinal brothers standing behind her.

"Oh great," Roman thought inwardly, sure they’d come to mock him and rub salt in his wounds.

"Well, well, well," Griffin was the first to speak, humor lacing his tone. "Isn’t it the famous Alpha Roman? Quite the stunt you pulled today."

"Fuck off," he retorted.

"How can you say that when we came to check up on you?" the big guy teased further.

Roman rubbed his temple. "If you’re here to gloat, save it. I’m already humiliated. You can’t do more damage."

"Oh, sweetheart," Adele spoke up, "this isn’t gloating. It’s a clinical assessment."

Roman stared at the corners of her twitching lips, watching her fight back a laugh, and groaned in annoyance. She was clearly in on this with them.

Great. Fuck his life. Wasn’t he supposed to be the patient here? They should be pampering him, maybe even giving him "get well" kisses—though the mental image of being kissed by his cardinal brothers made him cringe. Instead, they were here to make him feel even worse.

"What went wrong with him?" Asher cut straight to the point.

least he could count on the West Alpha not to kick him when he was already down. What a friend he had in Asher.

dramatically, "’severe genital discomfort described by him as biting fire, despite no visible rash, boils, hives, or dermatological inflammation indicating infection, fungus,

remarked, speaking for the first

shot him

lacerations, and surface bruising consistent with repeated aggressive rubbing against external surfaces...most

clarified all too accurately: "You humped a tree, Roman.

the tree!" Roman growled under the sheet. "I attacked

the weapon of choice, apparently,"

Asher was his

it’s only localized swelling from trauma and not a fracture or tear in the penile shaft. Otherwise, the southern pack would’ve been on their knees, praying to the goddess for your

spoke bitterly. "Trust me, that

and telling,

Adele. "If there was no infection or skin disease, what caused

think. I suspect magical interference or a hex is at work here." Adele slapped the clipboard against his bed with finality. "Roman Draven, in your long line of sexcapades,

implication sank in. Then Griffin and Alaric

god, he’s fucked," Griffin

I haven’t slept with

leaned closer, teasing. "Think harder, Roman—maybe you pissed off a girl enough that she hexed your little alpha?" He smiled sweetly.

"They’re what?!"

that many close-ups since the last talent

on his face. There goes his social life. Of all the

but Roman flinched. Smirking, the big alpha said, "You’ll live. Next time, try not to break a witch’s heart. It’s bad

Asher pointed out, "If that’s true, we might have an undocumented witch

If a string of murders ever broke out, the wolves would be the first to take the fall, tarnishing their already fragile reputation. But if those

witches rarely revealed themselves, wary of retaliation. They were good at hiding in plain sight, blending seamlessly into human society and retreating into the safety

whoever you’ve hooked up with. We’ll weed out the