The annual mating gala is the only time an Alpha can challenge the King for his crown. No one has ever dared to try me until now. My council is so hard-up to get rid of me they’re desperately letting a weakling have a go at me as well. I give my wildfire a highly charged kiss before I let my guards bring her to our room.
The dancing and socializing part of the evening is over. Everyone has moved in to The Lunari Dome where tournaments have been held for centuries. The last person to throw their name in gets the first fight of the evening. I’ve changed into athletic shorts and shoes while everyone prepared. I sense my mate’s presence, it seems that she has outmaneuvered my guards since she is here with a defiant
