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."

rewarded him with a brief kiss on the

the best," Roman said, relishing the fact that he was

Violet turned with an

and Asher turned to each other at once, mutual dread flashing

first," Asher said flatly,

blinked. "Excuse you?

the oldest here," Asher declared.

time or have you forgotten in

happen to be the

your dreams,

they were still bickering like kids, Violet signaled Roman with her eyes and he

speech about how he was always first

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

behind him. "Put me

said with a

Violet, already heading for the dressing area with

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

sweetly. "See you soon,

far, Asher eventually emerged from

he kind of

boutique, Asher Nightingale Nightshade —heir to the West pack, the most terrifying mind manipulator, puppet master of their time—was wearing a full-blown "Superman" costume. A popular hero from the old

every 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, dramatic as hell. And yes, the infamous red pants were right there, and worn proudly

long second of stunned silence before Griffin,

phones in unison and captured the moment

"Delete it," he said flatly, already

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

"I swear, I’m

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

he gasped between laughter, "did the old-world hero wear his pants on the outside? Was modesty some kind of optional

rolled his eyes. "It was symbolic from what I

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