Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 499

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 499

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

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, bored out of his mind.

“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 babysitting a guy like you.”

Ragnar stopped cold, stunned. No one had ever spoken to him like that. Then the fury snapped back.

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

Alex’s smile deepened, just barely. “Funny. Every time you open your mouth, your bloodline looks cheaper.”

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

Alex stepped in, voice low. “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 flickered. “I fear nothing.”

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

Ragnar lunged—then stopped, inches from Alex, breathing like he was swallowing fire.

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

Alex whispered back, steady as stone. “Then decide your own for once.”

His friends rushed in instantly.

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

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

Ragnar still feared losing, but his ego screamed louder.

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

Alex went silent.

Sofina and Renata surged forward.

“Alex, don’t even answer him,” Sofina snapped.

“He’s not worth it,” Renata added.

Ragnar smirked, sensing weakness.

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

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

Sofina’s face flushed, stunned.

Everyone else froze, wide-eyed at Alex’s bluntness.

Ragnar exploded again.

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

Alex shook his head, disgust etched into his expression.

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

He turned and walked off, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Talking to this idiot kills brain cells… actually no—he deletes them.”

The crowd turned on Ragnar.

“Ragnar, you win this race every time. What are you scared of?”

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

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

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

Then he shouted for the whole stadium to hear:

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

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

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

The VÖXEN Seraphine wasn’t just a car—it was a monster. Only ten existed in the country—maybe the world. It sat at the absolute peak of VÖXEN engineering.

Compared to that, Ragnar’s VÖXEN Gen-6—public-grade and impressive only by everyday standards—was nothing.

If the Gen-6 was a plane, the Seraphine wasn’t even in the same category.

It wasn’t built to fly.

It was built to break limits.

A rocket.
A spacecraft built for raw, merciless speed.

“Me? Lose to you?” Ragnar laughed until his shoulders shook.

He tapped his bracelet, and a digital 3D contract materialized beside him.

“Watch closely,” he sneered, signing it with a flourish. “I’ll be taking your arm and your wife soon. Just wait.”

Since Ragnar had signed, Alex stepped forward, shrugged, and signed as well. Then he added calmly:

“I’m fine with the bet. But I’ll give you a way out. If you refuse to hand over your arm or your heart, whatever you give instead has to match the value—appraised by a third party—and I have to approve it.”

“Whatever,” Ragnar barked with mocking laughter. “I’m not losing. Enough talking—let’s race!”

“Alright,” Alex said with a calm nod. “How do you want to start?”

Ragnar pointed toward the stadium with a cocky grin.

“We start together. Ten laps around the entire stadium. First one across wins. Deal?”

Alex smiled, cool and controlled.

“No problem.”

“I already got permission,” Ragnar bragged. “The tournament doesn’t start for forty minutes. Perfect timing.”

His entourage cheered wildly. Racing in Winchester’s biggest stadium meant a massive crowd—and they were sure Ragnar would dominate.

Sofina hurried to Alex. “Alex, he’s doing this on purpose. Don’t let him bait you. Let’s not race.”

Alex gave her a warm, steady smile.

“Don’t worry, my love. Your husband’s got this.”

Sofina searched his face. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m more than sure,” Alex said. “Actually, I was thinking… Eden Group is sponsoring the Winchester Mobile Suit Tournament, right? What if we call Countess Modena von Adler and ask her to open betting? If we wager everything we have, we could make a fortune.”

Sofina looked at him like he’d grown ten extra heads.

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

Alex smirked.

“Yeah. But the previous owner of my car was a hardcore VÖXEN fanatic. He swapped the entire interior with Seraphine components. He modded the inside too—boosting the speed to match the real Seraphine.”

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

“I am,” Alex said. “Based on the speed, I’m convinced he upgraded it. We’re winning this. One hundred percent. So why not let the money roll in?”

Sofina grabbed his wrist, voice trembling.

“Alex… I know you’re confident. But this feels reckless. What if those 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.”

He shook his head, voice low.

“No. This is 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 cracked—not from fear, but something much deeper.

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

Behind them, Ragnar’s voice sliced through the moment.

“Aww, how romantic. Wanna kiss before he loses?”

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

Ragnar froze—shocked she’d dared speak to him like that.

Then his face twisted with rage.

“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, arm raised—
ready to slap her across the face.