The Almighty Dominance

Jericho Kane froze in place for a heartbeat, then burst into harsh laughter.

"You've got a lot of nerve talking to me like that," he growled.

Alex just smiled and flipped a small platinum badge through the aft

Jericho snatched it, then felt his pulse spike the moment he recognized the symbol: the Kignswell, the secret task force working directly under the new King.

"The Hunting Dogs of the King."

"Mind your tongue," Alex said, stepping forward with a confidence that matched Jericho's icy arrogance.

"The King has had enough of you. You think Vermont is yours just because your father-in-law was the old king? It's time to return the state to its rightful ruler."

Jericho bared his teeth.

"Never. The people voted for me to govern this place-nobody's gonna change that!"

"You? You're just another fool who thinks he's the hero. All I have to do is end you here and now. Nobody will even know."

Alex's easy grin didn't waver.

"Kill me? You really think you can pull that off?"

"You're a pup," Jericho shot back.

"Just because you have some internal energy, you think you're untouchable? I was mastering it before you were even born!"

He inhaled sharply, channeling his power, and unleashed a fierce energy blast.

"How dare you show off your tricks in front of a real expert? Die!"

It tore the night apart, sizzling toward Alex, who raised a hand to block.

The collision thundered across the rooftop.

Alex skidded back a dozen feet, boots scraping deep lines into the concrete. Jericho snorted.

"Pathetic. I expected a real challenge, not someone who can't handle a single hit."

He closed in, voice dripping contempt.

"Now, you know who I am, so let's cut to the chase. Kneel and beg. Maybe I'll spare your life."

Despite Jericho's bravado, a dread coiled in his gut.

He knew the truth about the Kingswell.

the

to hit the dog or kill the

would

shoulders, looking

took your best shot. Fair's fair-you should

swinging hard enough that

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impact exploded like

eyes went wide the instant Alex's punch

clean off his feet. He slammed

He could barely keep upright; his organs felt like they'd

to Alex's raw strength, Jericho's

for your life!" Vetala

he couldn't match Alex in strength, but he couldn't leave Jericho

his wooden staff, he

echoed in the night. "Curse that

figure began to rise,

could finish his spell, Alex

in front of me!" Alex yelled. "We hate that

lit up, glowing

face turned ghost-white in

you're the Chosen

meters back, slamming

dark

Kane staggered to his feet. He shoved two forbidden

open his shirt. "You want a real fight?" he

face me at my

muscles bulged, wounds sealing as if by

think doping up

eyes, as his flesh

a show-off

brawler, but

was worth

low and

he dug his heels into the ground and shot forward like an arrow, aiming to crush Alex with his full force-his stone- hard

way.

fist tight, muscles

collided-fist against

BOOM!

thunder, loud enough to

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