The Almighty Dominance

Chapter 336

Lyra had never allowed herself the luxury of dreaming about becoming governor -not when every step toward that ambition required the king's blessing.

"General Marcus," she warned, her voice tight with urgency, "you'd better move quickly against the Chicago lords. If they even catch a hint that you're plotting against them, your head will roll before you know what hit you."

Marcus threw back his head with a contemptuous laugh.

"You're damn right about one thing-gold rules everything around here. Alex is already being set loose; I've made sure of it. Let the games begin."

"Good," Lyra nodded sharply. "Now get moving."

She pivoted swiftly, making her way toward Alex.

Behind her, Marcus barked orders, his voice like a whip cracking in the tense air.

"Get your asses in gear! The faster we strike, the easier this war becomes!"

Lyra had sized Marcus up long ago—a coward beneath all the bravado, obsessed with his wealth and self-preservation.

Yet, beneath that veneer lay something more dangerous: he was a cunning fox, armed to the teeth with clever tricks.

Strike down five Chicago lords, and none of them would stand a chance against his deceitful games.

Inside the military compound, Lyra found Alex standing silently in front of a massive iron cage, its door hanging wide open.

The prisoners, however, stood rooted in place, fear etched into their faces.

"Alex!" Lyra rushed to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Are you alright?"

Alex exhaled softly, turning his eyes toward her. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"What are you staring at?"

"Them," Alex gestured bitterly toward the caged men, their hollow eyes filled with dread. "The cage is open. I told them to run, but none of them will budge."

An elderly prisoner, his voice brittle with despair, spoke up.

"It's not that we don't crave freedom, son. But if we run while soldiers are occupied, we might escape for now-but later, they'll hunt us down like dogs and shoot us dead."

Another prisoner chimed in, his voice shaking, "You don't know the terror we've seen. They'll rip off your arms, your legs... Look at him-"

slumped in agony, "he tried escaping, now

"The cage wasn't even

compassion

are broken, Alex. Healing takes time.

they walked away, Alex's eyes hardened, his expression turning deadly serious.

quickly explained

because they're easier prey than tackling the Three

yes," Alex

to stop the missiles. They only wanted to help

at the broken men

too weak to control men like Marcus, letting

meeting

don't blame the king yet. He's young and new to power. He overthrew a tyrant;

evil behind closed doors.

you'd make an excellent governor." She laughed

governor. I learned plenty from him. But let's drop that topic if I dwell on dreams of power,

other end of town, Sophia stared

scribbled hastily

cold ultimatum echoed

you marry Gilbert and save Alex's life, or you never see

maybe, just maybe, I'll set Alex

Gilbert's

snatched the

she purred, flashing Sophia a wicked,

admired

blood? Well, guess what I finally convinced her.

surprised gasp was audible

I've waited five long years for

triumphantly, thrusting the phone into Sophia's

to

hard and forced herself to speak, her

voice turned syrupy, almost disbelieving. "I never thought I'd actually hear you

her grip,

be honest, I'm not ready for marriage. Why don't we start slow and see how things

How about you let me take you out for dinner tonight? We'll call it a

tensed immediately, her mouth dry.