The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 463

Night dropped like a curtain, and the Wolfsbane banquet hall burst to life with laughter and light.

This was their night—their triumph—one that would echo in family stories for years.

They had spared no expense. The Wolfsbanes booked Winchester’s most luxurious hotel, hired master chefs, poured the rarest wines, and brought in a singer whose voice could wash the weight off any soul.

Every detail shimmered with wealth and power.

Word had already spread through Winchester like wildfire: the Wolfsbane family had secured the Eden Group contract. Even more shocking—the chairman herself, Countess Marlena Von Adler, would attend.

The invitations became golden tickets overnight. Everyone wanted one. Few had the privilege to hold it.

Alex and Sofina walked through the hotel’s marble lobby with Eve gliding at their lead — an egg-shaped robot with soft chrome curves.

Sofina’s hand found Eve’s smooth shell. She hugged the little machine like she’d hugged a living thing.

“Miss Sofina,” Eve said sweetly, “I will be your guardian tonight. You don’t need to worry. I will handle everything.”

Sofina hugged Eve closer, a small smile softening her face. “With you here, I actually feel safe.”

“You can count on me,” Eve answered, a hint of pride rippling through her tone.

At the hotel entrance two reception androids snapped to attention. “Dear guests,” one intoned, “please present your invitation cards.”

Sofina froze, color draining. “They didn’t give us one,” she said. Her voice was small for the first time all evening. “We are family, can’t we get in.”

The androids stiffened, voices flat and mechanical. “Without an invitation card, entry is strictly prohibited. Please leave.”

A murmur rolled through the line behind them.

“No invitation and still showing up?” someone scoffed. “How shameless.”

Another voice cut in, sharper, mocking. “Pretending to be part of the family now, are they?”

A woman sneered. “No shame at all—trying to sneak into a Wolfsbane banquet. Let’s see how they get thrown out. Arrogant fools think every door’s open for them.”

Eve’s eyes blinked, then became a stream of numbers. Suddenly the two androids stepped back as if a hand had pressed against their chests.

They bowed, perfectly composed.

“My apologies for the mistake,” the lead android said. “Welcome, Miss Sofina and Master Alex. You do not need invitation cards.”

Sofina’s eyes widened. “How—?”

“That was my doing,” Eve said, chest puffed like she’d just finished a clever trick.

Sofina looked at Eve with a curiosity. “Eve… did you hack those androids so we could get in?”

Eve tilted her head, her digital eyes flickering. “No. I asked nicely.”

“Nicely?” Sofina repeated, raising a brow.

“Yeah,” Eve said with a smug little hum. “I told them to let us in—or I’d fry their chips and wipe their memories clean. Turns out, they found me… very persuasive. We ended up having a pleasant conversation.”

Sofina laughed, breathless and relieved. “Eve, you’re brilliant.”

Eve’s smile curved in a smug little tilt. “Not brilliant,” she said. “They’re just too stupid.”

Alex couldn’t help but shake his head. Eve was Bella’s finest creation, and her signature was everywhere in the machine—the sharp wit, the confidence that bordered on arrogance, and the spark of pride that made her almost human.

Alex let the smile crawl across his face like dusk settling over a town—slow, deliberate, dangerous. “Tell me this, Sofina—wouldn’t it be cleaner to burn the whole place down? Turn their gilded night into ash until Winchester remembers who really runs things?”

“Not yet,” Sofina said, a thread of hope in it. “Baroness Wolfsbane promised me the Deputy Chair if I secured the collaboration. I’ve done my part. Now she has to keep her word.”

Alex leaned back slightly, his voice even. “You really believe her?”

“I heard she’s announcing the new Deputy tonight,” Sofina replied. “That means I still have a chance—before the announcement is made.”

Alex wanted to tell her the truth—that the Baroness hadn’t invited her, hadn’t called, hadn’t said a single word.

To him, the bridge had already been burned.

The Baroness had used Sofina and moved on. But when he looked at her—at the quiet determination in her eyes, the last flicker of faith—he couldn’t bring himself to crush it.

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