Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 334: Asher And Henry’s Match

A hush fell over the arena, tense and expectant, as if the crowd instinctively understood the stakes had just risen. The air felt heavier, every gaze pinned on Commander Malakai as he announced.

"Now entering the arena, the Supreme Alpha of the West, Henry Nightshade!"

A polite applause followed as Henry stepped out, shirtless, and clad only in dark trousers, every ripple of muscle on display. His body was a portrait of power, shaped by years of ruthless training.

Henry was undeniably a handsome man, and perhaps he would have been even more so if he ever cracked a smile. Not that it mattered to Violet. No matter how polished the outside was, his soul was pitch black, and corrupted beyond redemption.

She tore her gaze away in disgust, already nauseous, and turned toward the entrance as Malakai’s voice lifted again.

"And facing him is the unpredictable and undefeated puppet master, Asher Nightshade!"

A deafening roar went up from the students. Violet’s heart thudded as Asher stepped into the arena, shirtless like his father, his black loose pants riding low on his hips. He looked every bit the embodiment of dark, dangerous allure.

While the screams of female fans rang out across the arena, wild and frenzied, Violet barely registered them. Her gaze was glued to Asher, and dread curled in her stomach. This wasn’t her Asher. His face was hard and empty, his eyes like steel. Distant and ruthless. He had become the cold, deadly version of himself she had once feared.

Violet’s stomach twisted painfully. She didn’t like this match. She didn’t trust Henry. And worst of all, she didn’t trust Asher to stop himself. Both of them were psychos in their own ways.

Father and son stood face to face, the air between them crackling with tension. Neither of them moved a muscle. Neither said a word. They stood like twin statues, carved from ice and stone, both masters of control.

raise his hand to start, Henry said aloud, his voice

impressed by the matches today," Henry sneered, eyes scanning the crowd before settling back on Asher. "But what you have seen

the tension doubling, and Violet’s heart pounded

that boy turned out the way he is," Nancy muttered beside her,

Nancy, who had never met Henry before, could

out mockingly,

her, murderous fury flashing in his glare. If looks could kill, Irene would have been reduced to ash. But she just laughed, popping

growl, locking

knew it. This wasn’t going to be a drill but a fight

jaw clenched, and his eyes

into Asher’s face with brutal force. Blood spattered from Asher’s lips, but he barely flinched. Instead, he responded with a vicious uppercut that cracked against Henry’s jaw,

He smirked, eyes wild with bloodlust. "Good," he growled, licking

Asher’s eyes flashed dangerously.

brute force. Every punch landed like a thunderclap, every block cracked like breaking bones. It was savage, raw, and unrelenting. There was no

this," Daisy whispered, her voice tight with fear. She glanced at Violet, who was gripping her seat so hard her knuckles had turned white, her eyes wide and locked

audience were used to such violence, the human parents were visibly shaken,

bodies slick with sweat and streaked with blood. They knew each other’s every move—Henry had trained Asher, and Asher had studied