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.

bloomed with pride at the words. Then, true to form, 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

Roman. You need help!"

owning his madness

across the arena, Dominic was surrounded by his supporters, his expression stoic as he prepared himself for the

stake here," Alpha Marlow subtly reminded him

in irritation. "I know. You don’t need

even Alpha yet, and already his arrogance was suffocating. Still, he schooled his tone and said, "Nonetheless, good

scoffed inwardly. He didn’t need luck. Not when Asher’s fate was

veins. It was beginning to wane, but that was to be

by all packs. It temporarily augmented a wolf’s physical strength

effects: fever that wouldn’t break, hallucinations, potential organ failure, and even permanent damage to the wolf itself. Most

power. Once he was Alpha, he’d have the resources to heal, or at least to

bell rang through the arena, silencing the buzzing crowd. It

son

of the arena stood Elder Kent, the oldest living member of the West pack. His lined face was etched with centuries of wisdom, and his presence commanded immediate respect. As officiator,

of the West, this battle shall determine the rightful Alpha. Witnesses, take heed. The blood spilled here is sacred,

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 was about to

the front,

began, "Asher Nightshade, do you accept this challenge from Dominic Reigua, knowing you would forfeit not just your role and obligations to the west pack, but your life as

without hesitation, confident as

Asher’s resolve. But Elder Kent ignored the commotion,