THE ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN SURROGATE
and Princess Nora were surrounded by young warriors and clan heirs.
Dom, his dark hair windblown and his unique golden-violet eyes sparkling with easy humor, was engaged in a friendly arm-wrestling match with a massive Northern clan chief twice his age. With a sudden, casual flash of his dual Alpha power, Dom slammed the chief’s heavy hand down onto the oak table, prompting a roaring cheer from the crowd of onlookers.
"You cheated! That was solar magic!" the chief laughed, rubbing his wrist.
"That was pure Blackwood leverage," Dom smirked, wiping a stray lock of hair from his brow as he accepted a mug of ale.