The mafia King's Pet [M×M]
The Chronicles of Ancient Law.
"What are you doing?" James asked, moving closer.
I laid the book on my desk, flipping through pages yellow with age. The messenger watched, confused and growing more nervous by the second.
"There," I said, finding the passage I needed. My finger traced the archaic text. "The Rite of Blood Challenge. Reserved for disputes between True Alphas when war would cost too many innocent lives."
James leaned over my shoulder, reading. "Damon, that's ancient law. Nobody's invoked it in over a century…"