Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 547

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 547

“Princess Sofina… are you all right?”

The voice cut through the fog in her mind.

Sofina blinked hard. Her vision swam, then snapped into focus. An elderly man stood over her—tall and broad, his presence heavy and imposing.

“I’ve already administered the antidote,” he said calmly. “You should be regaining clarity by now.”

She flexed her fingers. Then her arms. The burning heat was gone. The overwhelming urge had vanished. Her body responded again—fully under her control.

Her heart slammed as she turned her head.

Count Lorenz lay sprawled across the floor.

Blood pooled beneath him, dark and spreading. No movement. No breath.

He was unmistakably dead.

“Who are you?” Sofina asked, her voice tight.

The old man stepped back and bowed deeply. “Princess Sofina. You activated the emergency signal. I arrived immediately to secure your safety.”

“Emergency signal?” Her gaze dropped to the bracelet on her wrist.

She didn’t remember pressing anything.

But fragments surged back—panic, raw terror, the drug clouding her thoughts. In that chaos, her hand could have activated it without her realizing.

“I… I don’t think I did it consciously,” Sofina said slowly. “If it was a mistake, can I cancel it?”

The elder straightened, his expression firm.

“Princess, once the signal is activated, it is recognized as a formal summons to return to the royal family. From this moment forward, you no longer act under your former surname. You resume the royal name.”

Her blood ran cold.

“But I pressed it while drugged,” Sofina said sharply. “That can’t represent my true decision. I never chose to return.”

She clenched her fists.

If her status as princess was officially reinstated, everything from her former life would be erased.

Everything.

Including her marriage to Alex.

The royal family would never allow her to stay with him. She would become a political asset—married off to whoever the King found useful.

Before the old man could respond—

A violent shock tore through the mansion.

The walls trembled. Dust rained from the ceiling. The floor shuddered beneath their feet.

“What was that?” Sofina demanded, panic surging as another impact rippled through the building.

The elder’s eyes narrowed. “It appears your husband has come to rescue you. Unfortunately… this place was a trap.”

Her heart stopped.

“Three fighters from the Prussian Hundred-Rank have been deployed,” he continued. “Their objective is to eliminate him.”

“What?!”

Sofina spun and ran to the window.

Outside, the courtyard was chaos.

Alex was there.

Not fighting—being overwhelmed.

Blows crashed into him from all sides. His body staggered as blood sprayed, driven back again and again.

Her breath caught in her throat.

The elder stepped beside her, his gaze steady. “Your husband is formidable. Few can last even seconds against Hundred-Rank fighters.”

His voice dropped.

“He’s holding his ground. Fighting on their level.”

Sofina pressed her hands to the glass, her chest tightening.

Alex was out there.

Bleeding.

Alone.

And everything she feared was crashing down on her at once.

“But he’s facing three of them at once,” the old man sneered. “He’ll die.”

She could see it clearly now.

Alex was being hit—again and again. Each blow slammed into him, driving him closer to collapse. Blood flew with every strike.

“Stop them!” Sofina shouted.

“That depends,” the old man replied coolly. “You just stated that you activated the emergency signal while under the influence of drugs. That means you were not acting as a princess.”

His gaze hardened.

“And if you are not a princess, I have no obligation to obey your command.”

Sofina turned to him, panic tearing through her chest.

“Please,” she said. “Help him.”

“No.”

The word was absolute.

“Unless,” the elder continued, “you declare that you are ready to return as Princess of the Royal Family. Only then will I follow your order.”

Sofina froze.

She understood the price instantly.

If she became a princess again, she would lose Alex.

No marriage. No future.

The royal family would erase her personal life and use her as a political tool.

But outside—

Alex was struck again.

Three fighters. No mercy. His life hung by a thread.

“If your husband doesn’t die here,” the old man said coldly, “he has the potential to reach Hundred-Rank himself. It’s unfortunate. Truly. To die in a place like this.”

“Help him!” Sofina screamed.

“No.”

Her heart shattered.

“I command you,” Sofina roared, her voice breaking, “as Princess of the Royal Family!”

She knew the moment the words left her mouth.

This was the only way to save him.

“Yes, Princess,” the elder answered immediately.

He drew a gun.

He fired.

The shot streaked toward Alex—

But it didn’t hit him.

Instead, a massive surge of energy erupted around Alex, forming a blazing plasma barrier just as the Fist King and the Lightning Kick closed in.

Their attacks slammed into the shield.

And stopped.

Shockwaves rippled through the courtyard.

“What is this?” the Fist King barked, turning sharply.

His eyes locked onto the elder.

The old man touched his bracelet. A three-dimensional royal emblem unfolded in the air—brilliant and unmistakable.

“That man,” he said evenly, “is under the protection of Princess Sofina. For one day.”

The Fist King and the Lightning Kick exchanged glances.

They understood immediately.

With the royal family involved, they could not kill Alex today.

But one day.

Tomorrow.

Still, the prey stood right before them.

Letting him go now felt like spitting out meat already in their mouths.

The Fist King stepped forward, fists clenched.
“We need to kill this man now,” he said coldly. “I hope you’re not planning to make things difficult for us.”

The elder laughed.

Low. Mocking.

His hand slid to a small knife at his waist. With a lazy flick of his wrist, he sent it flying.

“You’re nothing but a Hundred-Rank fighter,” he said coldly. “And you dare speak to me without showing respect?”

The Fist King felt something sharp—

Then it was too late.

Before he could dodge, his body split apart. Blood burst outward as his upper half slid away from his lower body.

He died without even understanding how.

The Lightning Kick stared in horror.

The Fist King collapsed, dead before he could even react.

Fear punched the air from his lungs.

He turned and ran.

He had never imagined there existed a man who could kill a Hundred-Rank fighter with a single move.

Sofina rushed toward Alex, who lay unconscious inside the glowing barrier.

The elder stepped in front of her and stopped her short.

“That shield will remain for several hours,” he said calmly. “It will protect him from all harm. If you touch it, you’ll be burned.”

Moments later, the sky roared.

A line of flying cars descended toward Count Lorenz’s mansion, landing in perfect formation before Sofina.

The doors opened.

Ten soldiers in royal family uniforms stepped forward. In unison, they knelt.

“Princess Sofina,” they said solemnly, “welcome back to the royal family.”

Sofina understood then.

Her life would never be the same.

She looked at Alex.

From this moment on, he would become her past.

Alex was unconscious.

But somewhere deep within him, a truth settled.

He had spent too long believing he was unbeatable in Estoria.

Maybe he ruled the Prussian underground.

But against true Prussian ranker power—

He was still far from the top.

There was always another sky above the sky.

When Alex finally woke, white light blinded him.

The scent of disinfectant filled his lungs.

He lay in a hospital bed.

Countess Marlena von Adler sat beside him.

“Where am I?” Alex asked hoarsely.

“Winchester Prime Hospital,” Marlena replied calmly. “VIP ward. Your body will need several days to recover. Multiple broken bones. The doctors were shocked you were still alive.”

Alex fell silent, trying to piece together what had happened.

“Sire Alex,” Marlena said softly, “there’s something you need to know.”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Estoria has officially declared war on Prussia,” she said. “They’re not waiting a year.”

Her eyes hardened.

“They’re moving now. Because of you.”