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 the force of the hit

But so was Griffin.

a blur, launching a rapid series of punches and kicks that Irene blocked, deflected, twisted, and retaliated, the clap of their strikes echoing across the room

too fast such that the humans could not follow. Griffin caught

her elbow back into his side, forcing him to release. She

support while the men groaned in disappointment. But Griffin rolled with the fall, landing on his feet in a

bad, Mom," he

but controlled. Her eyes were alight with pride and focus.

Irene knew exactly

elbow to his jaw, and a spinning kick that knocked him

on 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

It was time.

he absorbed it without flinching. The sheer force knocked him flat, and as he lay still,

with