The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 729

Edmund didn't send his men after Alex. Not this time. He'd already watched fifteen armed guards fail on a dark road a week ago.

This time he sent the wolves.

Fifty of them broke through the side doors in one wave — House Draven's guard-pack, bred for exactly this, fur and fangs moving together like one animal built to flatten anything short of an army.

They didn't circle Alex. They came for the whole floor, teeth first, meant to press the guests to the walls and show the room how small it was.

Alex walked through them like they were smoke.

His sword cleared its sheath already singing, blade white and humming. He didn't chase targets. He cut a straight line through the center of the pack and let the rest break around him — two wolves down, then three, his stride never slowing.

By the time he reached the far wall, the pack wasn't a pack anymore. Just shapes limping for the door.

Not one guest had been touched.

For one second, the room understood something it didn't want to. This man wasn't going to lose.

Edmund's jaw locked. He'd expected that to slow things down, at least.

"Fine." He snapped his fingers. Two shapes prowled out from the doorway — a white tiger, a yellow tiger, both bigger than anything that should exist in a ballroom, muscle stacked under striped hide built for one job. Tearing through whatever stood in the way.

Alex didn't slow for them either.

The white tiger lunged first, jaws wide enough to take a shoulder whole. It got a short cut across the foreleg instead of the throat it wanted, and went down hard, dragging itself back on the legs that still worked.

The yellow one had better sense. It circled, used the panicking crowd as cover — until Alex closed the gap in two steps and opened its flank just enough to fold its legs out from under it. It hit the floor and stayed there, breathing hard.

Neither beast would stand again tonight. Neither had to die for that to be true.

That was the part that silenced the room — the specific, choking quiet of people watching restraint and not knowing if it scared them more than violence would have.

Edmund's confidence cracked. "That's not—" He stepped back, doing math he didn't like. "Those were guardian-tier. Both of them."

"Should've brought a third," Alex said, and kept walking.

Edmund broke first.

He lunged sideways and got an arm around Wren before anyone could move — a curved blade from nowhere, flat against her throat before she'd even finished flinching.

"Stay back!" His voice cracked up an octave, every ounce of performance gone. "One more step and I open her throat right here. In front of everyone. See how House Calder explains that."

Alex stopped.

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