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.

then..." Henry’s wolf eyes

other, the wolves colliding

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

draining, the silver poisoning him from within. Still, he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop. He had to

soldiers, keeping them from reaching her and buying her

another bullet tore

him out. They knew once

he couldn’t tell anymore if the blood coating him was his or

of operatives until he caught one aiming straight at him. He

braced for

nowhere, lightning

Alaric.

nearly wept

took over with mercenaries screaming as some began turning

Asher.

recognized the signature move

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

Griffin," Asher

Griffin could do was

Alaric yelled, glancing between enemies as

been shot!"

because a bullet grazed past him as he missed a

Asher muttered, his jaw clenched tight. He

flesh filled the air. Griffin grunted in raw pain as Asher searched blindly, his fingers digging

was just one of

blood, the first silver bullet glinting between his fingers. He tossed it aside as it burned him. Normally, no bullet should be able to pierce Griffin’s beast form.

Super strength or not, it ripped

punctured deep. He grit his teeth

deafening scream as Asher dug

Asher yanked the second bullet out, his own breath coming

wound high on Griffin’s shoulder. With a final push, he gripped the embedded silver,

"Gotcha," he breathed.

Griffin was still. His body was not

God, no.

"Griffin?" Asher gulped. "Griffin!"

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

me!

at the top of his lungs. "We need to get him help

back!" Alaric shouted from somewhere behind, his voice tight with fury, echoing between the gunshots now raining around them. More men were flooding in from

them dead if

you dare. You hear me?" His eyes were burning with tears. "Don’t make me tell Violet you died in my arms. I

sound snapped him alert and his head jerked up, already preparing to

it wasn’t the operatives but

And Micah?

ask how or why the