Alpha Rowland's POV
I could barely keep the growl from tearing through my throat as I paced the room, fists clenched so tight my claws threatened to break through my skin. The image of my daughter—my precious Irene—humiliated in front of everyone, lying broken and battered because of that cursed duel, burned into my mind like fire I couldn’t put out. The rage coiled in my chest, and every heartbeat felt like an explosion waiting to detonate.
A mere omega. A filthy, unworthy omega standing up to my daughter—an Alpha’s child, raised to be untouchable—and then the unimaginable happened. That girl, that wretched Lisa, had dared to overpower her. It wasn’t just defeat. No. It was ridicule. It was a slap to my name, to my legacy, to everything I had built.
“I’ll kill him,” I muttered under my
