Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61: Everyone Wants To Know

Werewolves were naturally aggressive and hot-blooded creatures, so clashes over power, dominance, and pride were frequent. Challenges to the Alpha’s authority, even within a tightly controlled pack, were not uncommon. These contests of will, particularly among those coveting leadership, were as expected as they were brutal.

Unlike Griffin, Roman, and Alaric, who maintained friendships or close relationships within their packs, Asher treated his members merely as soldiers—subordinates who followed orders while he provided the necessary resources for their survival and prosperity.

He believed in his father’s admonition that friends were often the first to betray you. Thus, he ruled them without seeking personal bonds, keeping them firmly in their place under his command.

In that charged moment, Asher’s Alpha presence filled the space, his authority emanating like an unstoppable force. The tension between him and his beta, Jeremiah, was palpable, their standoff teetering on the edge of violence.

The rest of the werewolves exchanged uneasy glances, clearly uncomfortable with the unfolding drama. They knew such confrontations rarely ended without injury, and it seemed inevitable that Jeremiah would be the one to suffer.

Asher stood tensely, every muscle coiled and ready as he addressed his challenger. "Do you really want to do this now, Jeremiah? Do you truly think you can take me on?" His voice dripped with a taunting confidence, an unspoken reminder of his unbeatable prowess.

Jeremiah’s defiance flickered in his blue eyes but quickly extinguished under Asher’s oppressive certainty. Knowing the futility of rebellion, he dropped his gaze, submitting with a bowed head.

"Thought as much," Asher remarked smugly.

He approached Jeremiah deliberately, each step measured and imposing, until he stood directly before him. Gripping Jeremiah’s chin, Asher forced their eyes to meet, his golden gaze burning into Jeremiah’s now-subdued blue.

"When I give an order, you follow it," Asher spoke with chilling control. "Next time you think of challenging me, be ready to see it through to the end. I don’t tolerate cowards." His words were a mockingly gentle caress, belied by the steely undertone.

Jeremiah clenched his jaw, his initial resolve dissolving under the weight of Asher’s stare. The defiance drained from him, replaced by acquiescence. "It will never happen again, Alpha," he murmured submissively.

"Good. For your sake," Asher replied emotionlessly, his warning clear and ominous. "You may leave now."

As Jeremiah and the other werewolves hastily retreated, a collective sigh of relief swept through the group. The encounter had been so fraught with tension that many had feared for Jeremiah’s life, convinced he would not survive a direct confrontation with Asher.

After his pack members had dispersed, Asher lingered outside, his posture rigid against the evening air. Minutes ticked by in silence until he broke it with a calculated coolness. "Aren’t you tired of hiding, Roman?"

From the shadowed corner of the West House, Roman emerged, a sheepish expression etched on his face as he stepped into the open.

As Roman approached, he challenged Asher’s leadership style. "You do know that’s not the way you rule your pack members?"