Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 447: Ashers’ Exhibit - 2

Griffin Hale towering at well over six feet, muscles bulging under frilly fabric, was dressed in the most tragically accurate French maid outfit any of them had ever seen.

Black satin and white lace clung to his broad frame, the puffed sleeves pitifully trying to contain his biceps. A tiny apron was then tied around his waist, while a frilly headband was clipped onto his buzz cut.

If that wasn’t enough, he had on thigh-high stockings that stretched over his thick calves like they were holding on for dear life, and on his feet, he wore glossy black Mary Jane shoes. How in the world did the store even have that size?

"I think I’m going to die." Alaric was practically choking on his own breath, bent over in laughter.

Roman slid off the couch in tears. "Why are your legs shinier than Violet’s? Griffin, what the hell is this?!"

Griffin stood there, his arms at his sides, and his face blank.

"I will kill you one day," he said darkly. "I swear it."

"You can’t threaten people while wearing that outfit," Roman cackled. "It cancels out the intimidation. You look like you’re about to vacuum my soul instead."

Griffin was speechless. What could he say anyway when his mate did this on purpose?

"Too late," Alaric said, using his phone to zoom in on the stockings. "You’re officially the house favorite."

"Yo, are those lace ruffles on your apron?" Roman howled, absolutely no remorse in sight.

Griffin looked down slowly, and sighed in defeat. "I hate all of you."

"Don’t say that," Alaric replied solemnly. "You clean up so well."

Asher recovered enough to add, "If I ever see a feather duster in your hand, I’m resigning from this harem."

Roman was already composing a caption in his head for his future post. "’Griffin Hale: Beloved Alpha, Domestic Goddess.’"

Violet laughed out loud this time.

Griffin turned to her with a groan of resignation. "I’m taking this off."

said, then rewarded him with a brief kiss

you I’m the best," Roman said, relishing the fact that he was still

next?" Violet turned with an evil

other at once, mutual dread

go first," Asher said flatly,

"Excuse you? No,

oldest here," Asher

at the same time or

happen to be

dreams,

kids, Violet signaled Roman with her eyes and

a pompous speech about how he was always first at academics, training, social hierarchy, that was

warning, hoisted him

behind him. "Put

can do, Your Majesty," Roman said with a grin.

for the dressing area with a very offended Alpha over

zap his ass if he has tried. Asher had been a safer

waved sweetly. "See

far, Asher eventually emerged from the dressing

he kind of looked

stiffly into the boutique, Asher Nightingale Nightshade —heir to the West pack, the most terrifying mind manipulator, puppet master of their

fluttered behind him, dramatic as hell. And yes, the infamous red pants were right there, and

stunned silence

out their phones in unison and captured the

blink. "Delete it," he said

our

hard. "I swear, I’m not going

the one who truly lost it because he was on the ground. Yeah.

"did the old-world hero wear his pants on the

his eyes. "It was

what?" Roman fired back.