Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 456: The Perfect Trainer

"You’re late," Asher said, his voice clipped, the moment she entered the room.

"Sorry about that," Violet replied, not

even pretending to be apologetic

"Alaric was just getting me primed

for the fight." She smirked, her words dripping with innuendo.

Asher’s glare shifted immediately to

Alaric, who only chuckled and

stepped back with his hands raised.

"Sorry, but I’m weak."

Asher gave up at that point. Was there anyone in this group who could get the damn job done without letting their dick get in the way?

But then again, Asher always forgot that they were alphas, yes, but also hormonal teenagers with a libido stronger than their brain cells. Not everyone was like him who was raised with ironclad will and discipline drilled into him from birth.

Violet did a double take the moment her eyes swept the room. She had expected to see a sparring ring or maybe a rack of weapons so Alaric could teach her those sexy ninja moves. But instead, Violet was met with metals, mirrors and machines. She wrinkled her nose, this was the lodge’s gym.

Admittedly, it was a luxurious one featuring dark-stained wooden floors that gleamed beneath the harsh overhead lights. State-of-the-art equipment lined the walls: squat racks, dumbbells, punching bags suspended from chains, a full-length track circling a center turf field and a few machines she couldn’t even name. The air smelled like sweat, pine, and testosterone. Lots of it.

Violet blinked slowly. "You’re kidding."

"Nope." Griffin walked in behind her, dressed in loose black joggers and a sleeveless shirt that hugged his torso, highlighting those sexy ridges of his stomach. His arms were already glistening from whatever pre-workout hell he’d put himself through. Dear lord, this mate of hers was bred to ruin her.

out of the clouds and listen to his instructions, Violet." Asher told her

so obsessed with her safety, she’d swear he just didn’t want her to

from the

to the treadmill. "We’d

brow lifting.

patiently, "is about to humble

I have stamina, thank

a noise that sat somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. "You mean the same stamina in bed, or the one you’ve been

affronted. "That is a personal attack, Griffin. Moreover, I was having a short break. Not to mention, I’ve been

said, voice

Violet narrowed her eyes.

was the dangerous kind. "Alright then.

straightened, her chin lifting. "Test

gleaming with challenge. "We skip this and go straight

slow, mischievous grin tugged on

took one

"What?"

again and

girl she was, bolting forward as adrenaline shot down her spine like lightning. She zipped around the gym, weaving between equipment, ducking beneath the monkey bars, and

than she had given him credit for. Griffin Hale was not just strong, he was predator fast, the kind of fast that made her legs burn and her breathing turn ragged within

gathered at her temples.

weight bench in his path. But not surprisingly, Griffin vaulted it with a

Purple?" he taunted,

behind a punching bag. Well that didn’t sound like an insult now she thought about it considering he had done that already so many

slid around the other side and closed in before she could double back. Violet squealed when his arms wrapped around her waist mid-turn, and then

She was pinned.

lungs. His hands caged either side of her head, his body flush against hers, hot and heavy and