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.

immediately ruined the moment. "Oh, I meant every word. You better win this fight," he warned with a wicked grin, "or I’ll screw

You need help!" Asher was

only grinned, shamelessly owning his madness like a badge of

was surrounded by his supporters, his

at stake here," Alpha Marlow subtly

"I know. You don’t need to educate me,"

even Alpha yet, and already his arrogance was suffocating. Still,

respond, only watching as Marlow walked away. Luck? He scoffed inwardly. He didn’t need luck. Not

coursing through his veins. It was beginning to wane, but that was to be expected. He couldn’t let anyone suspect that

packs. It temporarily augmented a wolf’s physical

it came with brutal side effects: fever that wouldn’t break, hallucinations, potential organ failure, and even permanent damage to the wolf itself. Most wolves who took it never

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

rang through the arena,

ring: Asher Nightshade, the last living son of Henry’s bloodline, and Dominic Reigua, his

the center 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,

ancestors and the law of the West, this battle shall determine the rightful Alpha. Witnesses, take heed. The blood spilled

clutched their children tightly, shielding their eyes from the violence to come, though it did little to dampen their morbid curiosity. The

front, Alpha King

earth bear witness," Elder Kent 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

without hesitation,

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