Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 331: Griffin And Irene’s Match

The excitement in the room had reached a fever pitch as every pair of eyes locked on the two figures standing at the center of the arena. Irene Hale, and her son, Griffin Hale, two titans cut from the same steel, now stood face to face with each other, tension radiating between them. Even in silence, their confrontation gave the crowd exactly what they wanted: a show.

"Such childish theatrics," Alpha Henry rolled his eyes from where he was seated. His comment caught the attention of Alpha Leon, who was lounging beside him.

Unlike grumpy Henry, Alpha Leon was thoroughly enjoying the view, his eyes shamelessly sweeping over Irene’s body. That woman was a work of art. Too bad she would probably snap his dick in half if he so much as made the wrong move.

And of course, there was her mad husband, Arion. He might look easygoing, but Leon knew better. The man was pure crazy. Fitting, really. Only Irene would end up with twins whose original mission had been to kill her. A twisted, yet weirdly romantic love story.

Beside Leon, his wife, Luna Alexa, was fully focused on Griffin. Her eyes smoldered, lips curling as she bit down, lost in thoughts of everything that boy’s hands could do. She smirked to herself. One of these days, Griffin was going to give in. She would make sure of it.

Commander Malakai’s voice boomed over the crowd. "Let the match begin!"

Irene never hesitated. She struck first, dashing forward with blinding speed, her fist snapping out in a clean arc. Griffin ducked smoothly, his reflexes quick, and countered with a low sweep toward her legs. But Irene was ready, and jumped with ease, twisting mid-air, and landed with the grace of a seasoned warrior.

The crowd cheered madly, clapping for her amazing moves. Of course, a certain Alpha was less than thrilled with all the attention she was getting. If it were up to Alpha Henry, he would have downplayed every single one of Irene’s moves. Thankfully for everyone, his bitter thoughts stayed in his head, so no one gave a damn.

other, their eyes locked, and muscles tense. Then Irene lunged again, this time feinting left before pivoting and slamming a fist toward Griffin’s ribs. He blocked,

But so was Griffin.

in a blur, launching a rapid series of punches and kicks that Irene blocked,

fast such that the humans could not follow. Griffin caught Irene’s wrist mid-punch, spun her around, and

tighten his grip, Irene slammed her elbow back into his side, forcing him to release. She spun, hooking her leg around his knee, and dropped him hard

groaned in disappointment. But Griffin rolled with the fall, landing on his feet in a crouch, eyes glittering

he called, circling

Irene fired back, her breathing quick but controlled.

beat of silence passed between them. Irene knew exactly how much

brutal combo: a jab to his ribs, an elbow to his jaw, and a spinning kick that knocked him back several feet.

their feet now, swept up in the battle’s ferocity. Violet’s heart pounded as Griffin rose, bruised, but not broken. His breath came evenly, his stance sure, but his eyes shifted to the crowd, just for an

It was time.

and as he lay still, Malakai counted to three. When he made

arena exploded with applause and