The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 499

“Do you think you’re even worthy to bet your car and your arms against mine?” Ragnar barked, anger twisting his face.

He had never met anyone bold—or stupid—enough to challenge him like this.

“I am the son of a duke!” he roared. “And you? A half-slave! A thousand of you wouldn’t equal one of my fingers. Our value isn’t even comparable!”

“You’re right,” Alex said with a slow yawn, as if bored.

“So don’t bet. If you’re that scared of losing to my car, just walk away. No one’s forcing you. Honestly, I’m too lazy to waste time pampering a guy like you.”

Ragnar froze—stunned. No one had ever spoken to him like that. Then he exploded.

“You damn bastard! You think mouthing off makes you my equal? You’re a shadow, Alex. A man no lineage would claim.”

Alex smiles faintly. “Funny. Every time you open your mouth, your bloodline looks cheaper.”

Ragnar’s hand twitches. “Say that again.”

Alex steps forward, “You’re terrified I might be better than you without a title—so terrified you need the whole world watching to convince yourself.”

Ragnar’s bravado flickers. “I fear nothing.”

Alex scoffs. “Then prove it. Not with cars. Not with insults. Prove you’re something without your father’s name stamped on your spine.”

Ragnar lunges but stops just inches from Alex, breathing hard.

“You want to know who I am?” Ragnar snarls. “I’m the man who decides your fate.”

Alex whispers back: “Then decide your own for once.”

His friends immediately jumped in.

“Ragnar, he’s provoking you. This loser knows he’ll lose. There’s no way he can win with that first-generation VÖXEN. He’s just trying to get into your head!”

“Yeah, Ragnar. Your VÖXEN Gen-6 against his Gen-1? Why would you even hesitate?”

Ragnar still feared losing—but the belief that he could crush Alex was stronger.

“Fine,” he snarled. “Let me add one more condition. If you lose, you must divorce Sofina.”

Alex went silent.

Sofina and Renata stepped forward instantly.

“Alex, don’t respond to this idiot,” Sofina snapped.

“Yeah, he’s not worth it,” Renata added sharply.

Ragnar smirked, sensing weakness.

“What? Scared now? If you’re afraid, go wear a woman’s skirt. Why are you even here?”

“Me? Afraid?” Alex laughed, low and sharp. “In a bet, both sides must offer something equal. Cars… arms… fine. But now you’re asking me to put Sofina on the line. She’s my heart. So if you really want equal stakes—then you put yours in. Your actual heart. Bet your heart organ. Are you willing?”

Sofina’s face flushed red, stunned and flustered.

Everyone else went wide-eyed at Alex’s bluntness.

Ragnar erupted again, his rage boiling over.

“You want my heart? You want my life? Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you ask me that!”

Alex shook his head, disgust twisting across his face.

“Talking to you makes me feel like my brain is rotting,” he said. “You’re the one who asked for the race. You’re the one who set the bet. I’m just matching your terms. If you don’t want to do it, then don’t. Why do you always have to be such an asshole?”

He turned and walked away from Ragnar, muttering loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Talking to this idiot is a waste of brain cells… no—he actually kills brain cells.”

As Alex walked off, people around them stared at Ragnar.

“Ragnar, this is a race you always win. What are you scared of?”

“Yeah, Ragnar! Don’t you want to prove yourself in front of Sofina and Renata? This is your shot!”

“What’s wrong with you, man? Take Sofina, take his car—hell, take his arms too!”

“What? I’m not afraid of anyone,” Ragnar snapped, puffing up his chest so he wouldn’t look weak in front of his entourage. “I just feel bad he’s going to lose everything!”

Then he raised his voice for everyone to hear.

“Let’s make the bet official. A government-certified contract. Once it’s signed, no one can back out.”

“Fine by me,” Alex replied. “But I warn you—think twice before you sign it. You’re going to lose badly.”

To Alex, the outcome wasn’t even a question.

The VÖXEN Seraphine wasn’t just a car. It was a monster. Only ten existed in the entire country—maybe the entire world. Its grade sat at the highest class VÖXEN had ever engineered.

Compared to that, Ragnar’s VÖXEN Gen-6—built for public use and impressive only by normal standards—was nothing.

“Alex… you do realize this is a race between a first-generation VÖXEN and a VÖXEN Gen-6?”

Alex smirked.

“Yeah. But the previous owner of my car was a complete VÖXEN fanatic. He swapped the entire interior with VÖXEN Seraphine components. What if he modified the inside too—boosting the speed to match the real Seraphine?”

Sofina’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure about this?”

“I am,” Alex said. “Judging from the speed—I’m convinced he upgraded it. We’re winning this race. One hundred percent. So why not let people bet and let the money roll in?”

Sofina grabbed Alex’s wrist, voice trembling.

“Alex… I know you’re confident. But this—this feels reckless. What if the Seraphine mods aren’t real? What if he crushes you out there?”

Alex softened instantly. “Sofina. Look at me.”

She did—eyes full of dread.

“I’m not racing because of pride,” Alex said quietly. “I’m racing because he used you as a bargaining chip. I can’t let that slide.”

Alex shook his head, voice low and steady.

“No. It’s about reminding him you’re not something he can toy with. I’ll always stand between you and anyone who tries. What kind of man would I be if I couldn’t protect the woman I love?”

Her expression faltered—not from fear, but from an emotion far heavier.

“Alex… I didn’t know you felt that strongly.”

Behind them, Ragnar’s voice cut through the tension.

“Aww, how romantic. Will you two kiss before he loses?”

Sofina spun around, fury blazing in her eyes. “Ragnar, shut up.”

Ragnar actually froze—stunned that Sofina had spoken to him like that.

Then his face twisted with outrage.

“How dare you,” he spat. “A mere woman telling the son of a Duke to shut up?”

Before anyone could react, Ragnar lunged toward Sofina, lifting his arm—

ready to slap her across the face.