Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: Not Two Questions

Asher and the tester converged at the center of the blood-splattered floor, and the brutal fight began.

The tester was the first to lash out, hurling a vicious punch toward Asher’s face. But Asher dodged with ease and retaliated instantly, his fist hammering into the man’s face with enough force to send two of his teeth flying.

Yet unbelievably, the man hardly seemed to register the pain. He didn’t even stagger. If anything, he let out a guttural snarl, looking very much deranged as he lunged again.

Asher met him head-on, this time driving his fist straight into his gut. A dull, heavy sound echoed through the warehouse as the impact lifted the man off his feet and sent him crashing backward.

He rolled across the floor, dust and blood mingling in the air. And then like a predictable zombie, he got up to his feet

Again.

Unlike Asher who had trained all through his life, the tester had no form, nor discipline. There was no skill behind his movements, just the reckless aggression of a man high on power. He fought like a wild animal — all instinct, and no technique.

And Asher exploited it.

Each time the tester charged, Asher would countered it and let his fists meet his flesh with punishing accuracy : A strike to the ribs. A hit to the side of his head. A crushing blow to his collarbone.

Yet no matter how hard Asher hit him, the fool kept coming back. And finally, his unrelenting aggression paid off. The tester managed to slip in one brutal hit to Asher’s chest.

Asher spat blood onto the floor, his eyes flashing with an unknown emotion. It seems he was getting rustic. He exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders. Then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. And continued.

This time around, Asher showed the idiot no mercy, no opening for him to slip a blow. He beat him up as if he was an unruly child. Not that an unruly child could ever be beaten like this.

Even amid the fight — beating, was a much better term — Asher was watching and studying. Whatever drug they fed this man gave him near-werewolf strength and speed.Unfortunately, If this drug were to spread unchecked, it would topple everything and tear the society apart. It won’t just be a war between humans and werewolves anymore, it would be for survival.

But then, every drug had an expiration date, something Asher found that out next. The tester threw a punch, but there was no strength behind it. Asher barely had to move or dodge it. The hit brushed against his cheek weakly, almost as if someone just petted him.

The mania in his eyes had vanished, replaced by growing confusion and pain. His breathing became ragged, body slowing, and his limbs trembling violently.

His face contorted in agony and he doubled over, screaming as his body crashed from the drug’s effects. Asher snorted as he realized what was happening.

Of course. The fool had been too high to realize that he wasn’t actually invincible.