Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 330: Dirty Thoughts

It was worth noting—seriously worth noting—that Roman Draven was lucky to be alive.

After that completely unexpected and frankly absurd twist from the universe, Ezra King had stormed into the room only to find his mate, Nancy, in the arms of a very naked Roman.

It had taken exactly one punch to Roman’s face, a breathless, rushed explanation from Violet, the girls physically holding Ezra back from finishing what he started, and a lot of desperate pleading to keep Roman from being turned into wolf chow.

As it turned out, Roman had only intended to sneak in for a quick kiss, like he usually did, before the match. Instead, he left with a fat lip and a bruised face.

Well, at least his lips were tingling. Just not in the way he’d planned.

And thanks to that incident, Nancy was practically milking every detail she could about the cardinal alphas from her.

"So that’s the fourth one, Alaric Storm?" Nancy asked, pointing at Alaric at a corner of the room talking to commander Malakai.

"Yes, that’s him." Violet concurred with a sigh. She was so tired of talking.

The indoor combat training room had been repurposed for the event, and Violet had to hand it to Griffin for his quick thinking. The seating was arranged strategically, with parents given top priority. Any student who couldn’t find a seat had two choices: stand, or get creative, like squeezing in with a friend or sharing a lap.

ones had front-row seats to

not defeat them, at least, not publicly. Parents or not,

were to defeat their parents in front of everyone, it could send the wrong message that they were ready to lead now. Wolves were creatures of hierarchy, hardwired to follow the strongest. A

intentionally hold back. Their job was to entertain the crowd with a good show, showcasing Lunaris’s

though Irene still wasn’t speaking to her or Griffin, that didn’t lessen Violet’s respect for

was going to be

Malakai stepped up onto the middle of the arena, his voice ringing out

began, "this match is a demonstration only. There will be no bloodshed, no weapons, and no brutal attacks permitted. However—" his eyes

students

contender taps out or clearly concedes. That’s it. May the best Alpha

a wrestling announcer. "Now stepping into the arena, the Alpha of the East,

and Violet swore

to be like that woman when I grow

couldn’t help but burst into laughter, because

jumpsuit, custom-fitted and sleek as hell. The fabric hugged her curves perfectly, high-necked and long-sleeved with sharp, angular lines down her waist and legs that gave her an even fiercer silhouette. Black combat boots and fingerless gloves completed the look, making her look every

wasn’t the only one impressed because from the other side of the arena, Arion shot to his feet, puffing out

knew deep down that Griffin would be dying of secondhand embarrassment at his father’s theatrics where he