Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 831

Chapter 831: Attacked By Witches

The only worry Griffin and Roman had on their way to Aster City was arriving too late to the meeting.

Their parents needed them there as backup just in case Elijah somehow managed to slither his way out of the accusations. Or worse, try something stupid.

Hence, imagine their surprise when the chopper began its descent toward the center of Elijah’s large compound.

Or at least, tried to.

Halfway down, something yanked the helicopter violently to the side.

The entire aircraft lurched so hard Roman had to grab onto the side rail while Griffin’s shoulder slammed against the interior wall. The pilot cursed loudly, wrestling with the controls as the blades overhead let out a strained metallic whine.

"What the hell—?!"

Then they saw them.

About seven women stepped out from the corners below, their white dresses whipping in the wind as they raised their hands and began to chant in eerie, synchronized unison.

The air became charged. Griffin and Roman shared a look.

Witches.

They didn’t have time to wonder what the hell witches were doing in Elijah’s compound— especially witches who very clearly wanted them dead. Because the wind was beginning to gather now.

It curled around the helicopter, dragging at it, twisting, and trying to rip it out of the sky. The cyclone forming beneath them was unnatural, no doubt the result of the witches’ spellwork. Overhead, the blades were already beginning to jerk and strain at awkward angles.

The chopper gave another violent shake and this time it dipped dangerously low.

The pilot’s face had gone pale.

"You have to get out!" he shouted over the deafening noise, panic cracking through his voice. "Now!"

Griffin and Roman didn’t hesitate. It wasn’t that far of a drop. At least not one they couldn’t survive. So they jumped together for once.

The second Griffin hit the air, his body began to change. His bones stretched while his muscles thickened, skin expanding with brutal, terrifying speed.

By the time he landed, it was no longer Griffin Hale crashing into the earth, but a seven-foot hulking version of him. The transition had been so seamless, it had happened in the blink of an eye.

And the moment his huge feet hit the ground, he released a ferocious roar that ripped through the compound and shook the morale of every witch present.

Surely, they must have heard about his beast and what he was capable of doing. Unfortunately, it seems knowing and seeing were two completely different things.

The witches asked for it.

Roman landed a second later. He touched the ground on all fours with a smooth precision that was elegant.

In Roman’s place was a stunning green cheetah, sleek and lean but no less dangerous, his glowing eyes locked onto the witches with predatory focus.

When Griffin roared, Roman answered with one of his own, his body lowering, hind legs coiling beneath him, ready to spring.

Then Griffin shot high into the air with terrifying force and came crashing down directly in the middle of the witches.

One of them barely had time to scream before Griffin grabbed her by the waist like she weighed nothing. He tore her apart the way children would destroy a toy they didn’t like anymore. Blood sprayed and the other women froze in horror. They could see their life flash before their lives.

In any other situation, Griffin might have respected women, but not the kind who tried to kill him. Or his loved ones.

Roman, even in his feline form, visibly recoiled at his wildness. So dirty.

There was nothing left in the eyes of the remaining witches but terror. They began hurling spell after spell at the two beasts, with shaking hands, as magical blasts shot wildly through the air. Unfortunately, panic made them sloppy.

The moment Roman moved, it was over.

Cheetah Roman was fast as hell. Too fast for the human eye to properly follow. One second he was there and the next, a witch was screaming as claws ripped into her throat.

Then another. And another.

He darted through them in green blurs, mauling them down in quick, brutal succession before their spells could even land.

By the time the dust began to settle, the ground was already stained with blood, bodies lay torn apart across the compound. Between Griffin’s savage rampage and Roman’s lethal speed, every last witch had been reduced to meat and regret.

There was a sudden rustle from behind and Roman’s cheetah ears twitched instantly.

Someone was still here and had started running.

Roman shot off in that direction without warning, paws pounding against the earth as he followed the sound. Up ahead, a young girl was sprinting through the path, her heart hammering so loudly Roman could hear it over everything else.

He lunged at her, body slamming into hers and they both hit the ground hard. Roman pinned her easily, claws accidentally digging into her arm just enough to draw blood.

The scent hit him instantly and he froze.

He knew that scent. Recognized it, actually. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

It smelled like Violet, but not exactly like her. But close enough to make something cold crawl down his spine.

His eyes narrowed on the girl’s face. It dawned on him. This was Violet’s sister. Angus’s daughter.

No way. It couldn’t be. Angus was here?

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