The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 546

Sofina’s skin burned as if fire ran beneath it. Heat pooled low in her body, fierce and humiliating, stealing her breath.

What was happening to her?

A terrifying thought slammed into her mind.

Did Count Lorenz drug her?

She looked at Count Lorenz, and without warning a violent urge surged through her—to want him, to crave him, to have sex with him—this middle-aged man who was objectively ugly, yet twisted by her thoughts into a handsome prince.

She understood it then.

Her mind had been compromised.

Sofina tried to stand, forcing her palms against the armrest. Her legs buckled instantly.

They felt weak, useless, like they no longer belonged to her. From the way her body refused to obey, escape was impossible. She was trapped.

Watching her struggle, Count Lorenz smiled.

It was slow. Satisfied.

“Miss Wolfsbane,” he said smoothly, his voice thick with delight. “Everyone in Winchester calls you the most beautiful woman alive. Your reputation is legendary. Truly.” His eyes roamed over her without shame. “I was honored to meet you today.”

He leaned closer, his smile turning ugly.

“No,” he corrected himself softly. “I’m honored that you’re about to become my sex slave.”

With a sudden, brutal motion, he grabbed her clothing and ripped it apart.

“Come on,” he murmured, his grip tightening as he moved to her side and seized her arm. “Stop fighting yourself. Just follow your desire.”

Sofina’s heart slammed wildly in her chest.

“Help…” she whispered, her voice breaking as the last of her strength slipped away. She knew it. She couldn’t protect herself anymore.

Then—

The entire mansion shook.

A thunderous roar tore through the walls, heavy and violent, like the sky itself had cracked open.

“You bastard—how dare you touch my wife!”

The voice was wrath given sound.

Alex hovered above the mansion, suspended in the air like a god of judgment descending from the sky.

Count Lorenz stiffened.

An invisible force crushed down on him, so heavy his organs screamed. Blood surged up his throat, and he nearly vomited it out. Staggering, he rushed to the window and looked up.

There he was.

Alex.

Count Lorenz threw the window open and laughed, wiping his mouth as if amused.

“Marquis Alexander Saint-Claire,” he said, grinning. “I’m already tired of waiting for you.”

Alex shot forward, rage blazing in his eyes.

“You dared to touch my wife.”

But before he could reach him—

A figure burst from the opposite direction.

The ambush struck without warning.

The impact was monstrous. Alex was smashed out of the air like a missile, his body hurled downward. He slammed into the ground below with explosive force, the earth cracking open beneath him in a spiderweb of destruction.

Dust and debris erupted sky-high.

Alex forced himself upright—

And in that instant, another presence appeared behind him.

Steel flashed.

A sword swung toward his back with terrifying speed.

Alex reacted on instinct, drawing on his inner energy, hardening his body to withstand the blow. Power surged around him like armor—

But the strike was vicious.

Fast.

Razor-sharp.

And unforgiving.

Pain finally caught up with him.

Alex felt his body tearing apart from the inside. For the first time in many years—after countless battles—he was wounded. Truly wounded.

Before he could steady himself, another presence exploded behind him.

A brutal kick slammed into his back.

The impact shattered his protective energy like glass. A sickening crack echoed through the air as both of Alex’s arms snapped. His body was hurled backward, uncontrollable, crashing straight into the mansion behind him.

Stone and steel gave way.

The wall collapsed as his body punched through it, leaving behind a massive, gaping hole.

Alex lay amid the ruins, blood soaking his torn clothes. Every bone screamed. His arms hung uselessly. His legs barely responded.

Still, he forced himself up.

Minutes earlier, an anonymous message had flashed on his communicator.

Sophia is under attack at Count Lorenz’s mansion.

He hadn’t hesitated. He had flown here at full speed, abandoning all caution.

And now—

Alex looked up.

Three elderly figures hovered in the sky above him, gazes cold and amused, watching him like prey trapped in a snare.

It clicked.

This was never about Sophia.

This was a trap.

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