Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 303: Griffin In Trouble

"This had got to be a joke," Violet and Irene said at the same time in disbelief as they stared at the shocking scene before them.

Unlike Elsie’s stiff, etiquette-obsessed Luncheon, the men were clearly having the time of their lives.

The guys had arranged their vibrant bash on the East House lawn and it was jaw-dropping. While it didn’t boast the pomp and lavish excess of Elsie’s setup, the atmosphere was so effortlessly fun and lively, such that Irene and Violet felt like crying. They had clearly wasted their time at Elsie’s.

The funniest part was that Irene had stormed in, probably ready to drag her son out by the ear, but now, she was utterly speechless.

There was a whole roasted cow positioned upright over a spit, its body glistening from the heat and low flames licking beneath it. Parts of the meat had already been carved, the remaining flesh still sizzling under the fire. Just beside it, a long tent had been set up where students took turns serving slices of the meat.

The air was thick with the mouthwatering scent of grilled beef. Violet turned to see Irene swallow hard, clearly salivating at the sight. She knew werewolves loved meat, it was practically a staple in their diet, and it seemed even a woman like Irene couldn’t resist the allure.

A lineup of students stood behind various cooking stations, their tools clanking as they grilled, fried, seared, and seasoned the meat in different creative styles from spicy skewers to sweet-glazed cuts.

Around them, both students and their visiting male family members milled about, laughing, chatting, and clinking paper cups of punch as they waited their turn. It was loud, colorful, and almost festive than the Luncheon even though there was still the ever-present tension of competition and class lines.

However, that was only the beginning because all around them, eveyone was clearly having fun.

underway. Targets had been carefully lined up against tree trunks, each painted with bold rings of red, white, and blue. Both students and visiting parents took turns hurling their axes and aiming for the bullseye

the most ridiculous, but surprisingly competitive event of the day: a howling challenge. The goal

this one out, it felt like a fun free-for-all. Some wolves tried to make their howl sound deeper by growling first while others struck tilted their heads so far back it was a miracle

to think that Griffin had poured his heart into this plan, making sure the occasion was special and meaningful for both the human and werewolf fathers alike. Even though he was currently in trouble. No matter how tempting the occasion, it seemed Irene hadn’t let go

parents. It was vanity, since muscles alone could not win approval or secure an alliance. But

was between the parents, and the students cheered loudly as their fathers went head-to-head. It was during that lively moment that Violet spotted Asher sitting alone in the corner,

ached at the sight. Why was he always by himself? Just thinking about their argument made her feel even worse. As

much so that Violet felt her stomach flip. There was always something strange about the bond between them. It was as if they could really see each other, not just on the surface, but deeper. He could see her pain,

and hurry after Irene. She would find Asher

Griffin Hale. The guy was locked in an intense arm wrestling showdown

ring of students and parents had gathered around them, cheering, whistling, and even placing playful bets on who would win. With the mix of scents in the air, it was

noticed them approaching, they parted just enough to let them

on their skin. The

Violet blinked hard.

began to wander. What would it feel like to be caught between both men? To have their hands on her? She didn’t even realize she