Sold To The Alpha Kings
The arena goes dead silent because Trial by combat is old law, older than the Fifth and older than packs, where one challenger faces all who would stop her, and if she wins she takes everything, but if she loses she dies, which is why no one invokes it.
Draevor recovers first. “You’re unranked and you’re female and you have no—”
“I have four bloodlines,” I interrupt, “and I have four Kings who are mine by bond, which makes me ranked and makes me Alpha, unless one of you wants to deny me?”
Silence.
Rook grins, bloody and wild. “She’s mine. I don’t deny her.”
“Mine,” Silas says, almost lazy.
“Mine,” Theo says, soft.
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