Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 584: Witnesses

In a while, the arena for the fight was set up. It wasn’t much, just a rough, fifty-foot-wide ring marked out and bordered with sandbags.

"When you go in there, crush him completely," Roman said, playing the role of a hype man as he massaged Asher’s shoulders, kneading out the tension.

Asher was stripped down to only his shorts, his slitted gaze fixed on the ring ahead—the circle that would determine either his victory or his death.

"If it gets too hard, remember Violet and all the mind-blowing sex you won’t get if you die in there," Roman added like it was a perfectly reasonable motivational speech.

Asher tilted his head, staring at him in stunned disbelief.

Roman’s face was deadly serious as he went on, "What? It’s the truth. I’ll take her in positions you’ve never even imagined while you sit up in heaven watching us."

Then, as if reconsidering, he muttered, "Would that even matter in heaven? You’d probably be too busy chilling or playing harps or something."

He suddenly frowned, "Actually, that does sound like I’m losing out here."

Then, with a sudden spark, Roman said louder, "Fine! I’ll enjoy being with her on earth before heading to heaven. Ha! Whose loss would that be?"

Asher just stared at him blankly for a long moment before breaking into a genuine smile.

"Thank you. For everything." And he meant it.

he immediately ruined the moment. "Oh, I meant every word. You better win this fight," he warned with a wicked grin, "or I’ll screw our girl right right in front of your

need

owning his madness like a badge

his supporters, his expression stoic as he prepared himself

what’s at stake here," Alpha Marlow subtly

irritation. "I know. You don’t need to educate

at him. The man wasn’t even Alpha yet, and already his arrogance was suffocating. Still, he schooled his

only watching as Marlow walked away. Luck? He scoffed inwardly. He didn’t need luck. Not when Asher’s fate was

rolled his shoulders, feeling the unnatural rush of strength coursing through his veins. It was beginning to wane, but that was to be

pill was a banned drug, outlawed by all packs. It temporarily augmented a wolf’s physical strength to terrifying levels,

fever that wouldn’t break, hallucinations, potential organ failure, and even

was the price he was willing to pay for absolute power. Once he was Alpha, he’d have the resources to heal, or at least to rule before the consequences caught up to

through the arena, silencing the buzzing crowd. It was

Nightshade, the last living son of Henry’s

His lined face was etched with centuries of wisdom,

the law of the West, this battle shall determine the rightful Alpha. Witnesses, take heed.

rippled through the crowd of pack members. Mothers clutched their children tightly, shielding their eyes from the violence to come, though it did little to dampen their morbid curiosity. The younger wolves, restless and eager, pressed forward with hungry eyes, craving the spectacle that

front, Alpha King Elijah and his entourage were

bear witness," Elder Kent began, "Asher Nightshade, do you accept this challenge from Dominic Reigua, knowing you would forfeit not just your

without hesitation, confident as

amongst the audience again, awed by Asher’s resolve. But Elder Kent ignored