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."

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

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

who’s next?" Violet turned

each other at once, mutual dread flashing in

Asher said flatly,

"Excuse you? No, you

the oldest here," Asher declared. Correct content is

exactly? We were born at the same time or

just happen to be

your dreams, Professor

signaled Roman with her eyes and

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

waist with both arms, and without warning, hoisted

Asher barked, his legs flailing behind

said with a

winked at Violet, already heading for the dressing area with a very offended Alpha over

knowing Alaric would zap his ass if he has tried. Asher had been a safer choice — even though

sweetly. "See you

far, Asher eventually emerged from the dressing room, face stone-cold like he was walking into a

kind of looked like he

pack, the most terrifying mind manipulator, puppet master of their time—was wearing a full-blown "Superman" costume. A

inch of Asher’s tall frame, complete with the iconic red-and-yellow "S" emblazoned across his broad chest. A crimson cape fluttered behind him,

of stunned silence

unison and captured the moment without

even blink. "Delete it," he said flatly, already done

happening, brother. You had your fun, now’s our

I’m not going

lost it because he was on

he gasped between laughter, "did the old-world hero wear his pants on the

his eyes. "It was symbolic from what I

of what?" Roman fired back. "Extreme constipation?"