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.

pride at the words. Then, true to form, he immediately ruined the moment. "Oh, I meant every word. You better win

need help!" Asher was

owning his

by his supporters, his expression stoic as he prepared himself for

here," Alpha Marlow subtly reminded him

know. You don’t need to

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

only watching as Marlow walked away. Luck? He scoffed inwardly. He didn’t

his shoulders, feeling the unnatural rush of strength coursing through his veins. It was beginning to wane, but that was to be expected. He couldn’t let anyone suspect that he had taken

a wolf’s physical strength to terrifying levels, pushing

wouldn’t break, hallucinations, potential organ failure, and even permanent damage to the wolf itself. Most wolves

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

bell rang through the arena, silencing the buzzing

stepped into the ring: Asher Nightshade, the last living son of Henry’s bloodline,

with centuries of wisdom, and his presence commanded immediate respect. As officiator, he would ensure

announced, "By the rites of our ancestors and the law of the West, this battle shall determine the rightful

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

front, Alpha King Elijah and

Dominic Reigua, knowing you would forfeit not

answered without hesitation, confident

But Elder Kent ignored the commotion, his gaze shifting to