Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 456

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Chapter 456: The Perfect Trainer

"You’re late," Asher said, his voice clipped, the moment she entered the room.

"Sorry about that," Violet replied, not

even pretending to be apologetic

"Alaric was just getting me primed

for the fight." She smirked, her words dripping with innuendo.

Asher’s glare shifted immediately to

Alaric, who only chuckled and

stepped back with his hands raised.

"Sorry, but I’m weak."

Asher gave up at that point. Was there anyone in this group who could get the damn job done without letting their dick get in the way?

But then again, Asher always forgot that they were alphas, yes, but also hormonal teenagers with a libido stronger than their brain cells. Not everyone was like him who was raised with ironclad will and discipline drilled into him from birth.

Violet did a double take the moment her eyes swept the room. She had expected to see a sparring ring or maybe a rack of weapons so Alaric could teach her those sexy ninja moves. But instead, Violet was met with metals, mirrors and machines. She wrinkled her nose, this was the lodge’s gym.

Admittedly, it was a luxurious one featuring dark-stained wooden floors that gleamed beneath the harsh overhead lights. State-of-the-art equipment lined the walls: squat racks, dumbbells, punching bags suspended from chains, a full-length track circling a center turf field and a few machines she couldn’t even name. The air smelled like sweat, pine, and testosterone. Lots of it.

Violet blinked slowly. "You’re kidding."

"Nope." Griffin walked in behind her, dressed in loose black joggers and a sleeveless shirt that hugged his torso, highlighting those sexy ridges of his stomach. His arms were already glistening from whatever pre-workout hell he’d put himself through. Dear lord, this mate of hers was bred to ruin her.

"Get your head out of the clouds and listen to his instructions, Violet." Asher told her firmly.

Violet scowled at Asher. If he wasn’t so obsessed with her safety, she’d swear he just didn’t want her to have a sex life.

Roman and Alaric chuckled from the corner, both relishing her embarrassment.

Griffin pointed to the treadmill. "We’d work on your stamina. First."

Violet turned to him, one perfectly arched brow lifting. "That thing won’t help me against Baron."

"That ’thing’," he said patiently, "is about to humble you."

"Well, I have stamina, thank you very much."

Griffin made a noise that sat somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. "You mean the same stamina in bed, or the one you’ve been using to laze around for the past week? That stamina?"

Violet’s cheek flushed and she shot back, affronted. "That is a personal attack, Griffin. Moreover, I was having a short break. Not to mention, I’ve been fit my whole life. Do you want to test that?"

"Sure," he said, voice saturated with sarcasm.

Violet narrowed her eyes.

He smiled, and it was the dangerous kind. "Alright then. Let’s test it."

She straightened, her chin lifting. "Test it how?"

"If you can outrun me for one minute..." Griffin stepped toward her, his eyes gleaming with challenge. "We skip this and go straight to combat training. No treadmill. No laps. Just me and you, fists to fists. You win."