Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Griffin As A Wife

"Fine, " Alaric said, taking a deep breath, and focusing on the subtle electrical impulses running through Griffin’s body.

Every heartbeat was controlled by electrical signals originating from the sinoatrial node, the heart’s natural pacemaker. Using his powers, Alaric sent faint currents of electricity into Griffin’s chest, mimicking the signals produced by the SA node to regulate his heart rate.

"You’ll feel a slight tingling," Alaric warned, though Griffin barely flinched.

As Alaric worked, he monitored Griffin’s physical response. The erratic heartbeat began to steady under his influence, the chaotic rhythm falling into a slower, more controlled pattern.

"You’re also overventilating," Alaric said with a calm yet clinical tone. "Your body’s CO2 levels are dropping, which is why you feel like you’re losing control. Breathe with me slowly."

Griffin followed Alaric’s breathing, his inhales and exhales gradually deepening and slowing down. Alaric then adjusted the currents, using the vagus nerve, a cranial nerve that plays a crucial role in parasympathetic control, to further regulate Griffin’s body’s response.

"There," Alaric said after a few minutes, his voice filled with pride and satisfaction. "Your fight-or-flight system is disengaged."

Griffin leaned back against the couch, his eyes closed as the tension ebbed from his body. His breathing was even now, the beast retreating back into the back of his mind. Thank the gods.

"You’ve really got that lightning voodoo down to a science, don’t you?" Griffin joke, cracking an eye open.

Alaric smirked, standing up and brushing his damp hair out of his face before he dropped down to the seat beside Griffin.

"It’s not voodoo, Griffin, but physics. Electricity is everywhere. It’s in your nerves, your muscles, your heart. I just... nudge it in the right direction."

Griffin snorted loudly, crossing his arms. "Whatever, man. I still don’t get how women find you nerds interesting."

Alaric smirked, unbothered by the jab. "Because science is sexy," he said, gesturing to himself. "And I happen to have an incredibly handsome face to add to my admirable physique. So yes, Griffin, women would trip over this body."

Griffin burst into laughter, the sound reverberating through the room. "Keep telling yourself that, nerd. Just don’t get too big of a head."

"If I had two heads, Griffin, I’ll just marry myself. I mean do you know what I could achieve having double of this incredible brain. It would be smoking hot!" He claimed.

"Smoking hot with a monster head!" Griffin burst into laughter again, this time holding his belly. "God, I can’t take it anymore."

Alaric stood staring at him with a blank expression before he grimaced at his soaking wet clothes clinging to his body. Without another word, he started heading towards the door.

Griffin called after him, his laughter dying down, "Dude, stop stealing my clothes, especially when you’re not going to return them!"

Alaric didn’t bother turning around. Instead, he raised a hand in a dismissive wave, rolling his eyes. "You have too many clothes anyway. Consider it charity."