Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 332: Roman And Leon’s Match

Commander Malakai stepped out once more to announce the next fight. How Griffin had managed to convince this stern, no-nonsense man to host the event, Violet had no idea.

"Next up, we have the enigmatic Alpha of the South, Leon Draven!"

A wave of cheers and whistles broke out as Alpha Leon swaggered onto the arena floor. Where Irene had looked fierce and formidable, Leon carried a relaxed, cocky air, his combat pants and tight T-shirt showing off every sculpted inch of his body.

Leon, far from finished, lifted his arms and stripped off his shirt in slow motion before tossing it away. The audience hushed for a second, unsure what was happening, until he started unbuckling his belt.

Nearly everyone burst into shocked gasps as Leon casually began undressing right there in the middle of the floor, unbuckling and stepping out of his pants until he was down to personalized black shorts that hugged his muscular thighs. The crowd went wild.

Someone from the stands couldn’t help themselves and yelled, "Make me yours, Daddy Leon!"

Laughter rippled through the students, and even some of the teachers struggled to keep a straight face.

Up in the VIP seats, Luna Alexa didn’t look the least bit surprised. She simply rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, "Just when you think he’d grow up."

Commander Malakai, ever the professional, barely batted an eye as he stepped back into the spotlight. "And now, facing him is our own cardinal alpha, the fox-hearted warrior, the ever-sly and deadly, Roman Draven!"

The cheers grew even louder, the students clearly hyped for the next match. Roman emerged from the side, sauntering forward with that trademark lazy smirk on his face, oozing charm and mischief.

Without hesitation, and clearly inspired by his father, Roman peeled off his shirt in one smooth motion, sending another ripple of noise through the stands. His bare torso was leaner than Leon’s but no less impressive, defined and agile, his muscles taut and honed.

son stood shoulder to shoulder, their likeness almost uncanny. Apart from the difference in hair and eyes, they looked remarkably alike. Up close, Leon’s body bore the extra bulk of years of training, while Roman was leaner, all sharp lines and the

stands. "There really are two of

narrowed eyes, couldn’t agree more.

his arm. "Let

evaded with ease, flipping back in an

strength and brawl, the Dravens were a dazzling display of agility and finesse. Leon hammered forward with unstoppable force, while Roman flowed around him,

kick, but Roman leapt over it, flipping mid-air and

slow, old man,"

laughed, dark and deep. "You think that was my

rushed in again, and this time Roman met him head-on. Their fists collided in a rapid exchange of strikes and counters, their bodies twisting and

incredible flexibility making it all look effortless. He coiled

athleticism of it all. The humans in the audience gaped as the two werewolves moved

it with a lithe backflip, landing lightly and springing forward again. He was a blur, ducking

they looked evenly

tell that Roman was

Roman in a chokehold from behind. The crowd gasped as Roman

beat, he lifted his hand and tapped twice

"Tap out confirmed! Winner of this match, Alpha

as Malakai stepped forward, raising Leon’s arm in victory. Leon, never one to miss a show, threw his head back and