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.

and 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

someone breathed from the stands. "There really

eyes, couldn’t agree more. Definitely two of them and trouble in

Malakai raised his arm. "Let the

surprising speed. Roman evaded with ease, flipping back in an acrobatic twist

were a dazzling display of agility and finesse. Leon hammered forward with unstoppable force, while Roman

over it, flipping mid-air and landing softly, a cocky

old man," Roman

"You think that

him head-on. Their fists collided in a rapid exchange of strikes and counters, their bodies twisting and ducking with

assault, his keen animal instincts and incredible flexibility making it all look

caught up in the breathtaking athleticism of it all. The humans in the audience gaped as the two werewolves moved in ways that

forward, but Roman twisted out of it with a lithe backflip, landing lightly and springing forward again. He was a blur, ducking under a punch, sliding low, and aiming

they looked

was holding back just as much as Griffin

of speed and locked Roman in a chokehold from behind. The crowd gasped as Roman stiffened, his body straining, his back arching as Leon’s muscular arm cinched tightly around his

easily, but after a beat, he lifted his hand

Malakai’s voice rang out. "Tap out confirmed! Winner of

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