Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 583: The Challenge

By the time they joined the others at the celebration, Asher Nightshade now had a smile on his face. The moment the people saw him, they broke into deafening cheers.

"Alpha Nightshade!" They hailed, while

the dancers—women in skimpy outfits, or who were we kidding here, barely outfits at all—rushed toward him.

The dancers’ so-called costumes were nothing more than strips of cloth. A ragged piece tied across their chests barely held their breasts in place, leaving their stomachs bare, while another small strip covered the front and back of their nether regions.

The sides were completely exposed, and

whenever they performed certain dance moves, the fabric would flip up, flashing their asses without a shred of modesty. But the women didn’t seem to care, and the pack members certainly weren’t complaining, in fact, they clapped and catcalled with wild enthusiasm.

Their bodies were covered in tribal paint, streaks of color running across their faces and limbs. Their braided hair swung wildly as they moved, their

hips swaying and rolling with mesmerizing fluidity, as if they had no bones at all.

At the height of the dance, they slapped their palms over their mouths and let out trilling cries that sent chills down spines. The sound mixed with the drumbeats made their dance primal, untamed, and seductive all at once.

One by one, the dancers touched Asher, running their hands all over him. It was an invitation to join them in the dance—except Asher knew this particular dance was explicit as hell and only performed for an unmated Alpha.

As a new Alpha, he was expected to be spoiled rotten tonight. And that kind of indulgence often, though not always, ended in an orgy. Which explained why, at this very moment, a dancer was bent over, shamelessly grinding against him while the pack members roared their approval.

Behind him, Roman cleared his throat.

Asher went still, knowing exactly what that meant. If a certain purple-haired girl had been here, he’d be dead—or, at the very least, have some serious explaining to do.

to jolt his brain into gear, and he started pushing his way out of

he managed to

sidelines, thoroughly enjoying

shot him a glare. Couldn’t he see he was trying here? Although he was going to swear Roman to secrecy later. Not. A.

his green eyes gleaming with

front of him. He stumbled to a halt, the expression falling right

noise of the music and cheered, "I challenge your position as

abruptly it was almost comical. The dancers froze mid-movement, and then, one by one, the members of the West Pack fell silent until a chilling stillness blanketed the arena. The crowd was stunned. They had barely begun celebrating their new Alpha, and now

other

Elijah, seated on his exclusive chair, didn’t so much as flinch. He leisurely swirled the wine in his glass, and took a slow

So it begins.

him in thick waves. The pack members seemed to hold their breath, until he exhaled and said

Nightshade, accept

rippled through the pack

Henry’s seasoned beta, carrying a wealth of experience, while Asher, though a born Alpha, was

the whispers

voice thundered across the square.

narrowed, suspicion flashing in

your

be a

erupted

defeated, after which he was either integrated into the pack at