Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175: Better Player

"Roman!" Violet screamed at the top of her lungs as one of the wolves rammed into them, sending Roman stumbling sideways.

The impact nearly dislodged Violet, her body lurching dangerously, but she clung desperately to his thick fur, yanking hard enough to tear out loose strands.

There were about four wolves closing in on them, snapping and snarling relentlessly. They struck from all angles, nipping at Roman’s legs, and lunging at Violet, trying to pull her down. The sound of their pounding paws and vicious growls were so aggressive it drowned out even Violet’s own frantic heartbeat.

Roman let out a savage roar that vibrated through her bones and sent a tremor through the earth. Violet knew at once that he was about to make a move, so she braced herself. But all her preparation still did not ground her for what happened next.

In a move so sudden it left her breathless, Roman’s body morphed beneath her, his bone snapping, limbs reshaping, and mass shifting until she was no longer on top of a wolf.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Violet shrieked as her hands lost their grip, fingers scrambling for purchase as Roman shifted this time into a powerful, muscular stallion.

This was a living nightmare! Why had she ever agreed to this? Why was her life like a cursed action movie? Of all people the gods could have chosen for this madness, why her?

Riding a horse was hard enough with reins. Without them? Violet might as well be tap dancing with death in the middle of a Roman gladiator battle.

Roman, now in his horse form, galloped forward with incredible speed, hooves striking the earth in powerful beats. However, the wolves refused to back down, their predatory instincts keeping them locked onto the target.

One lunged at his flank, but Roman kicked out, sending it sprawling. Another snapped at his leg, only to be met with a powerful buck that sent it flying into a tree.

But these creatures were brilliant humans in wolf bodies, hence the remaining two adapted quickly, dodging Roman’s strikes, forcing him into a narrowing path where three more wolves emerged from the trees, closing in like a pack of vultures.

They were surrounded and Violet’s heart sank. This was it. It was over. They would overpower Roman and capture her for Asher.

Roman, however, was not defeated. Instead, he pawed at the ground, his nostrils flaring, ready to charge.

All of a sudden, several fierce howls rang through the air, sending a ripple through them. The sound came from behind and

Violet turned, her breath catching as she spotted two wolves at the head of the oncoming reinforcements. One of the wolves had a snow white coat, the other a striking deep red.

Alaric and Griffin.

Violet had never felt so relieved to see them!

But even with the size of the charging force, the other wolves, which were undoubtedly Asher’s pack, stood their ground, refusing to back down.

It was a brutal, merciless brawl as wolves slammed into each other, bodies colliding with sickening force, growls turning to snarls, snarls to yelps. This was no longer a game. It was a war and the forest the battlefield. And the prize was her.

Roman’s pack had joined forces with Alaric and Griffin’s, making up the numbers. It turned out Roman was not lying after all and it relieved her.

It wasn’t long before Asher’s wolves were outnumbered and overpowered. But even with the enemy pack subdued, one problem remained—who would claim her now? Alaric? Griffin? Roman? Would they let her go and let her choose, or would one of them seize the victory?