Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 583

Chapter 583: The Challenge

By the time they joined the others at the celebration, Asher Nightshade now had a smile on his face. The moment the people saw him, they broke into deafening cheers.

"Alpha Nightshade!" They hailed, while

the dancers—women in skimpy outfits, or who were we kidding here, barely outfits at all—rushed toward him.

The dancers’ so-called costumes were nothing more than strips of cloth. A ragged piece tied across their chests barely held their breasts in place, leaving their stomachs bare, while another small strip covered the front and back of their nether regions.

The sides were completely exposed, and

whenever they performed certain dance moves, the fabric would flip up, flashing their asses without a shred of modesty. But the women didn’t seem to care, and the pack members certainly weren’t complaining, in fact, they clapped and catcalled with wild enthusiasm.

Their bodies were covered in tribal paint, streaks of color running across their faces and limbs. Their braided hair swung wildly as they moved, their

hips swaying and rolling with mesmerizing fluidity, as if they had no bones at all.

At the height of the dance, they slapped their palms over their mouths and let out trilling cries that sent chills down spines. The sound mixed with the drumbeats made their dance primal, untamed, and seductive all at once.

One by one, the dancers touched Asher, running their hands all over him. It was an invitation to join them in the dance—except Asher knew this particular dance was explicit as hell and only performed for an unmated Alpha.

As a new Alpha, he was expected to be spoiled rotten tonight. And that kind of indulgence often, though not always, ended in an orgy. Which explained why, at this very moment, a dancer was bent over, shamelessly grinding against him while the pack members roared their approval.

Behind him, Roman cleared his throat.

Asher went still, knowing exactly what that meant. If a certain purple-haired girl had been here, he’d be dead—or, at the very least, have some serious explaining to do.

That vivid reminder seemed to jolt his brain into gear, and he started pushing his way out of the writhing mass of dancers.

"Sorry, sorry," Asher muttered each time he managed to slip free of their grasping hands and gyrating hips.

Roman snickered from the sidelines, thoroughly enjoying the show.

Asher shot him a glare. Couldn’t he see he was trying here? Although he was going to swear Roman to secrecy later. Not. A. Word. of this would ever reach Violet.

Roman only smirked wider, his green eyes gleaming with mischief. This was going to be fun.

Asher was almost clear when Dominic suddenly appeared in front of him. He stumbled to a halt, the expression falling right off his face.

"Asher Nightshade!" Dominic shouted above the noise of the music and cheered, "I challenge your position as Alpha, in front of these witnesses!"

The drums stopped so abruptly it was almost comical. The dancers froze mid-movement, and then, one by one, the members of the West Pack fell silent until a chilling stillness blanketed the arena. The crowd was stunned. They had barely begun celebrating their new Alpha, and now he was already being challenged.

Only the pack members looked truly devastated. The sub-alphas and ranking officials, on the other hand, showed little surprise—they had seen this coming. They understood the politics at play here.

Alpha King Elijah, seated on his exclusive chair, didn’t so much as flinch. He leisurely swirled the wine in his glass, and took a slow sip.

So it begins.

All eyes shifted to Asher. His jaw was clenched hard, and tension rolled off him in thick waves. The pack members seemed to hold their breath, until he exhaled and said with a calm, steady voice.

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