h4Chapter 447: Ashers’ Exhibit - 2/h4

    Griffin Hale towering at well over six feet, muscles bulging under frilly fabric, was dressed in the most tragically urate French maid outfit any of them had ever seen.

    ck satin and whitece clung to his broad frame, the puffed sleeves pitifully trying to contain his biceps. A tiny apron was then tied around his waist, while a frilly headband was clipped onto his buzz cut.

    If that wasn’t enough, he had on thigh-high stockings that stretched over his thick calves like they were holding on for dear life, and on his feet, he wore glossy ck Mary Jane shoes. How in the world did the store even have that size?

    "I think I’m going to die." ric was practically choking on his own breath, bent over inughter.

    Roman slid off the couch in tears. "Why are your legs shinier than Violet’s? Griffin, what the hell is this?!"

    Griffin stood there, his arms at his sides, and his face nk.

    "I will kill you one day," he said darkly. "I swear it."

    "You can’t threaten people while wearing that outfit," Roman cackled. "It cancels out the intimidation. You look like you’re about to vacuum my soul instead."

    Griffin was speechless. What could he say anyway when his mate did this on purpose?

    "Toote," ric said, using his phone to zoom in on the stockings. "You’re officially the house favorite."

    "Yo, are thosece ruffles on your apron?" Roman howled, absolutely no remorse in sight.

    Griffin looked down slowly, and sighed in defeat. "I hate all of you."

    "Don’t say that," ric replied solemnly. "You clean up so well."

    Asher recovered enough to add, "If I ever see a feather duster in your hand, I’m resigning from this harem."

    Roman was alreadyposing a caption in his head for his future post. "’Griffin Hale: Beloved Alpha, Domestic Goddess.’"

    Violetughed out loud this time.

    Griffin turned to her with a groan of resignation. "I’m taking this off."

    "Sure, sure, go on," Violet said, then rewarded him with a brief kiss on the lips. Griffin brightened at once.

    "Told you I’m the best," Roman said, relishing the fact that he was still rocking his disco outfit.

    "So who’s next?" Violet turned with an evil smile.

    ric and Asher turned to each other at once, mutual dread shing in their eyes.

    "You go first," Asher said tly, folding his arms.

    ric blinked. "Excuse you? No, you go."

    "I’m the oldest here," Asher dered.

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    ric scoffed. "By what exactly? We were born at the same time or have you forgotten in that thick-skulled, conniving mind of yours?"

    "Oh, I remember. I just happen to be the better cardinal alpha."

    "In your dreams, Professor grumpy-ass ."

    While they were still bickering like kids, Violet signaled Roman with her eyes and he caught it immediately.

    As Asher was giving a pompous speech about how he was always first at academics, training, social hierarchy, that was the moment Roman struck.

    He grabbed Asher by the waist with both arms, and without warning, hoisted him clean over his shoulder like a sack of grumpy potatoes.

    "What the—Roman!" Asher barked, his legs iling behind him. "Put me down, you glorified snake!"

    "No can do, Your Majesty," Roman said with a grin. "Orders from our queen."

    He winked at Violet, already heading for the dressing area with a very offended Alpha over his shoulder.

    Roman had chosen Asher on purpose knowing ric would zap his ass if he has tried. Asher had been a safer choice — even though he’d have his revengeter.

    Violet waved sweetly. "See you soon, ric."

    Just like the rest of the chaotic fashion parade so far, Asher eventually emerged from the dressing room, face stone-cold like he was walking into a war zone.

    And honestly, he kind of looked like he was.

    Because striding stiffly into the boutique, Asher Nightingale Nightshade —heir to the West pack, the most terrifying mind maniptor, puppet master of their time—was wearing a full-blown "Superman" costume. A popr hero from the old world movies.

    The skin-tight blue bodysuit cleaved to every inch of Asher’s tall frame,plete with the iconic red-and-yellow "S" emzoned across his broad chest. A crimson cape fluttered behind him, dramatic as hell. And yes, the infamous red pants were right there, and worn proudly on the outside like the old-world hero had done.

    There was a long second of stunned silence before Griffin, Roman and ric

    whipped out their phones in unison and captured the moment without shame.

    Asher didn’t even blink. "Delete it," he said tly, already done with them.

    "Not happening, brother. You had your fun, now’s our turn." Griffin dered, relishing every moment of his misery.

    ricughed hard. "I swear, I’m not going to survive this vacation."

    But Roman was the one who truly lost it because he was on the ground. Yeah. Dramatic, much?

    "Why in the moon’s hairy ass," he gasped betweenughter, "did the old-world hero wear his pants on the outside? Was modesty some kind of optional setting back then?"

    Asher rolled his eyes. "It was symbolic from what I watched."

    "Symbolic of what?" Roman fired back. "Extreme constipation?"

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    ric snorted inughter. "I can’t breathe."

    "I hate all of you," Asher muttered darkly.

    "You look great!" Violet called from behind, far too gleeful for his liking. "You’re a hero."

    But Asher replied darkly. "We both know I’m not. I’m the Viin, Violet."

    A silence ensued.

    Roman whistled. "That turned dark quite quickly."

    Asher reached for the cape. "As fun as this was, I’m getting out of it."

    Roman dered. "And I’m still standing. Goodbye Captain Briefs."

    Asher gave him the middle finger.

    Violet turned slowly, expectantly, to thest remaining "victim".

    ric.

    Unlike the others, he didn’t groan or argue and simply walked toward her.

    "Oh?" Roman blinked. "No threats? No objections?"

    "He’s pretending to be noble," Griffin chuckled. "Give it time."

    But Violet only smiled, taking ric’s hand. "Come on, Thunderboy. Let’s see how well you clean up."

    They disappeared behind the curtain.

    Ten minutes passed and they came out.

    "Are you kidding me?"

    "No way!"

    "This is unfair!"