Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 319: Indomitable Lunaris Academy

The most exciting part of today’s Parents Week wasn’t the much-anticipated showdown between the cardinal alphas and their parents. No, it was the academy’s first official home game. Lunaris Academy would be facing off against Moonlight Academy, a smaller school known for specializing in werewolf students.

Unlike Moonlight, Lunaris was an elite institution celebrated for its groundbreaking integration of humans and werewolves. They were the reigning top dog, with a record of winning the Fangball tournament year after year. Still, that reputation hadn’t deterred Moonlight, nor other smaller academics whose players clung to the dream of toppling Lunaris one day.

As expected for a home game, Lunaris Academy students packed the stands, with only a handful of Moonlight Academy students scattered among them. Of course, the elite students occupied their exclusive bleachers, but for once, the attention wasn’t on them, but on the parents, precisely, the parents of the cardinal alphas.

"And here she comes," Henry muttered under his breath, his gaze narrowing the moment he spotted Alpha Irene and her husband Arion making their way toward the exclusive bleachers. As expected, the cardinal parents had been given the finest and lavishly decorated seats, befitting for their regal status.

Principal Jameson, already seated among them, practically lit up as Irene approached. Rising smoothly, she beamed, "Welcome, Alpha Irene."

"Thank you," Irene replied with a graceful nod.

"Please, have a seat," Jameson gestured, though it was painfully obvious the only available seat was the one right beside Henry.

Alpha Caspian, who logically should have taken that spot, had predictably drifted toward Leon, clearly eager to continue whatever lively conversation they’d left unfinished from before.

A hint of amusement touched Irene’s face as she noted the arrangement, but without hesitation, she strolled over and slid into the seat next to Henry.

"Hello," she greeted him.

"Hello," Henry rumbled back, his tone more grumbling than greeting.

For a man whose emotions were typically locked behind an unreadable mask, Henry’s barely veiled irritation was almost entertaining, especially when it came to Irene, who seemed to have a special talent for needling him without trying.

While Leon and Caspian launched into an animated conversation — with Caspian doing most of the talking and Leon looking like he needed rescuing — a heavy silence settled between Irene and Henry. Henry kept his eyes fixed on the Moonlight Academy players down on the field, watching as the staff secured their mouth grippers in place.

Then, with a tilt of her head and the faintest edge of mischief in her voice, Irene broke the quiet.

"How’s your eye?" she asked. "I heard you had an unfortunate incident this morning." Though her tone was perfectly polite, the glint in her eyes betrayed the teasing sarcasm beneath.

tongue, but he held it back. That woman was not going to make him lose

satisfaction. Their stay together was going to be

the stadium and the

tease the crowd by shifting on the field, today they had already changed in the locker rooms. Now they emerged onto the

their dominance without needing their full lineup. But today was different. With their parents watching from the exclusive

red wolf with his thunderous presence. Roman Draven, sleek

who were leaner than the cardinal alphas, but no less determined. The tension crackled like an electric storm

was not long when the whistle split the air, and the Lunar Orb shot upward from the pit, glowing like a

Chaos erupted.

the scrambling bodies. His mouth gripper locked onto the

to her feet, a whistle between her lips,

defenders who dared challenge their advance. The sound of the

hard features as Asher swept in, intercepting a Moonlight chaser who thought he could slip past the line. With a snarl, Asher sent the poor wolf

Alpha Irene’s eyes glittered with approval as Griffin plowed through another Moonlight wolf, his

with a bark of laughter, his chest swelling with pride as his

Roman!" Leon roared, his voice carrying over the

The ball moved between teammates

kept up a steady chorus

each alpha

"Roman, YES!"

"Asher, rip ’em apart!"

tank mode,

keep up that god

and again, Violet’s voice lifted above all

no pushover, though. They adapted, tightening their defense. One fierce tackle sent Alaric skidding, his flank scraping along the dirt, the Orb

glinting with something between fury and thrill.

with elegant ferocity, the crowd rising to its feet as he zigzagged past desperate