Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 474: Spellbound

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Henry tried to dodge the assault, but it was too late. The green wolf slammed into him with bone-crunching force, knocking him to the ground so hard the air rushed from his lungs.

He groaned, dazed, only to hear the low snort of fury and his eyes snapped up.

The wolf was gone now and in its place stood a massive, verdant bull, it’s nostrils flaring and his hooves pawing at the dirt with murder in its eyes. The line had been drawn.

It was either him, or him.

And then Roman charged.

Henry barely rolled away in time, the hooves slamming down where his chest had been moments before. Dirt exploded from the impact and by the time the bull turned, Henry had already scrambled to his feet and reached for his gun.

Roman came at him again and Henry fired.

The bull dodged the first shot and closed the distance. But Henry was faster this time as he dove aside, rolled, and aimed. His second shot landed on his target.

As soon as the dart hit the bull, it let out a guttural cry before collapsing, shifting mid-fall into Roman’s naked form.

Henry laughed, boots crunching toward him. Roman yanked the dart from his side, but the paralysis was already taking hold. His limbs shook and he could barely sit up.

Henry’s smirk deepened. "It’s odd, my son being involved with that girl but you? No surprises there, Roman Draven. Like father, like son."

Roman snarled, lips peeling back to reveal sharp teeth. His eyes blazed greener than ever, almost glowing. He might not be as feral as before but he was still very much aggressive.

Then those eyes slitted and he opened his mouth, revealing serpentine fangs, and sank them into his own arm. Venom pulsed through his bloodstream, rushing to counter the drug.

Henry’s smile faltered the moment he realized what Roman had done.

Then Roman stood slowly and powerfully, a mocking smirk dancing on his lips.

A shadow fell over Henry’s face. So that’s how it would be. Fine.

The challenge was clear.

He tossed the gun aside, grabbed his shirt, and yanked it over his head. Then he dropped to a crouch, a guttural growl escaping him as his bones cracked and twisted, the skin tearing, and muscle reforming.

Moments later, a massive black wolf stood in his place. His thick fur bristled, razor-sharp teeth gleaming with thick saliva, and eyes burned with murder. The air around him reeked of dominance and thirst for blood.

He then released a long, thunderous growl that echoed through the forest.

"R-Ro-man..." Violet rasped behind them, her body still paralyzed. Her heart was racing. Roman might be gifted, but Henry was older, stronger and far more experienced. He was not his match.

But Roman didn’t flinch. Instead, he shifted faster than Henry had. And like breathing itself, his wolf emerged.

He was nearly the same size as Henry’s, sleek and majestic, his fur shining with youth, He took on a defiant stance and let out an equally thunderous growl.

He was not backing out of this fight. Yes, Roman stood before Henry undeterred and unafraid.

well then..." Henry’s wolf eyes

lunged at each other, the

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They recognized each other’s awareness and moved as one. But it was also heartbreaking because they both knew

him from within. Still,

far, he’d been holding off the soldiers, keeping them from

another bullet

cardinal alphas, they had singled him out. They knew once he was down, the rest would be easier to

had limits. Surrounded, and bleeding, he couldn’t tell anymore if the

blurred and darkened as he wrecked through another cluster of operatives until he caught one aiming straight at him. He couldn’t

braced for

nowhere, lightning struck

Alaric.

wept

mercenaries screaming as some began turning their

Asher.

recognized the signature

the earth quaking beneath his weight. His form shrank back to his normal size just as

Griffin," Asher called,

Griffin could do was groan in

yelled, glancing between enemies as

been shot!" Asher shouted

state, and half because a bullet grazed past him as

out," Asher muttered, his jaw clenched tight. He reached behind Griffin’s

raw pain as Asher searched blindly, his fingers digging into the torn

part? It was just

fingers. He tossed it aside as it

every werewolf’s bane. Super strength or not, it ripped through

deep. He grit his teeth and pressed his fingers to the wound. "This is going to hurt," he

deafening scream as Asher dug

me—" Asher yanked the second bullet out, his own breath coming in

high on Griffin’s shoulder. With a final push, he

"Gotcha," he breathed.

up, Griffin was still. His body was

God, no.

"Griffin?" Asher gulped. "Griffin!"

face, his chest, but there was no rise. Shit. This was

me! Hey!

punched through Asher’s chest. "We’re losing Griffin!" he shouted at the top

fury, echoing between the

want them dead if he

"Don’t do this to me. Don’t you dare. You hear me?" His eyes

jerked up, already preparing to compel whatever target emerged

it wasn’t the operatives but

And Micah?

to ask how or why the school counselor