The Almighty Dominance Novel

---- The fighter jets veered off-course, disappearing into the dark horizon before erupting in distant flames. From a hundred thousand men, only two were left standing-or rather, one standing, and one crushed to the ground. Alex walked over slowly. He stopped beside Logan, who was gasping, his knees buried in the dirt. "Let me tell you something, Logan," Alex said quietly, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. The pressure grew heavier, driving Logan's body lower until he could barely breathe. "Tn front of the king," Alex said, voice flat as a blade, "a million soldiers are just ants.

What can an army do against a single human who knows how to use insecticide? Spray once and they're gone. All of them- dead." He pointed to the fallen soldiers around them. "Kingswell could release a single gas cloud and your hundred thousand would wake up in hell." Logan's face went white. "Who are you?" he asked, the bravado gone thin as smoke. "Alexander Leonhart," Alex answered. ---- Logan's body trembled. "Are there many like you in Kingswell?" Alex laughed, low and dangerous. "My master has many disciples. I'm one of them-far from the only one." He let the words hang.

"The king belongs to our order. He has brothers and sisters like me. Each of them stronger than the last." Slow and deliberate, Alex smacked Logan across the cheek -once, twice-each strike a measured warning. "You really want to face the king and all of them? I alone am enough to ruin you. Tell me again what you're so arrogant about." "We let you prepare for ten years," Alex said, voice low and hard. "Not because we feared you, but because we were too lazy. Think you' re powerful and untouchable? To us you're just ants scurrying around.

We could crush you any time we wanted." "We were too bored to bother-until tonight. I want to smash your face because of Charles." "Because of Charles?" Logan asked, still shocked. ---- "Yeah-he stole the girl I was going to propose to." Alex kicked him hard. "You know! A single betrayed heart can start a war." Logan had poured every ounce of power into bracing himself, but it wasn't enough. The blow snapped bone; his arm cracked under the force. "J... I-" Logan stammered, color draining from his face. He'd never taken a strike that violent-one kick and a bone was broken. He swallowed hard.

"I apologize." "You're apologizing?" Alex's hand came down harder this time. Logan's teeth cracked beneath the blow. Blood spattered his lip. "you dared to marry Jasmine Kingston. You dared to back Charles Kingston." Alex kicked him, hard. Logan braced, folding every ounce of his inner strength into his frame, but he collapsed under it. "Please-" Logan gasped, "forgive me. I'll fix this. ll make it right." "Make it right?" Alex spat. "Charles stole my girl. How do you fix bread after you've already baked it?" He stomped on Logan's ribs. A sickening crack told him a bone had given way.

---- "You... you-" Logan coughed blood. "Did you come on the king's orders or because your girlfriend dumped you?" "Of course I came because my heart's broken." Alex's voice snapped. "T see your face and I want to wipe it clean. You parade around, boasting about your power, picking at the king's tule. You deserve to be slapped!" "The king told me I could kill you whenever I wanted. So what?" Alex shoved his boot into Logan's chest. "Don't you like being hit?

I can end you right now and walk away." "No-no!" Logan screamed, small and raw in the dirt- once a superhuman fighter, now a gasping child. "Hit me if it helps you sleep," he rasped. "But one thing before you finish." Alex stopped, expression unreadable. "What?" Logan forced a breath, voice flat and shockingly steady. "Tf your heart's broken, I know a cure-good wine. Sit with me and finish a bottle. Then do whatever you need to do to settle it. After that, hit me until you're satisfied. I won't stop you." ---- His smile was a grim, crooked thing against the blood on his lip.

He spat, nodded once-an absurd, desperate offer flung like a lifeline into the wreckage of his pride. 2