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."

on," Violet said, then rewarded him with a brief kiss on the lips. Griffin brightened at

the fact that

who’s next?" Violet turned with an evil

each other at once, mutual dread flashing

Asher said flatly, folding

you?

here," Asher declared.

same time or have you forgotten

just happen

your dreams, Professor grumpy-ass

Violet signaled

was always first at academics, training, social hierarchy, that was the moment

Asher by the waist with both arms, and without warning, hoisted him clean over his

Asher barked, his legs flailing behind

said with a grin. "Orders from

dressing area with a

has tried. Asher had been a safer choice — even though he’d have his revenge

waved sweetly. "See

of the chaotic fashion parade so far, Asher eventually emerged from the dressing room, face stone-cold like he was walking into a

he kind of

West pack, the most terrifying mind manipulator, puppet

Asher’s tall frame, complete with the iconic red-and-yellow "S" emblazoned across his broad chest. A crimson cape fluttered behind him, dramatic as hell. And yes, the infamous red pants were

of stunned silence before Griffin, Roman and

their phones in unison

it," he said

You had your fun, now’s our turn." Griffin declared, relishing

I’m not going to

it because he was on the

old-world hero wear his pants on the outside? Was

"It was symbolic from what I

of what?" Roman fired back.