Alpha Darius’ POV
Clara stood at the back, brows pulled tight. Her arms were crossed, posture tight with irritation. She didn’t like surprises. She hated being left in the dark. But she hadn’t stormed off. That already told me she’d fight.
She always did.
I stepped forward. My voice carried without needing to shout.
“Today’s challenge is simple,” I said. “A spar. A fight. The winner earns a personal prize from me.”
A hum of excitement rolled through the crowd.
“But what you didn’t know,” I continued, letting my voice harden, “is who will be fighting.”
I looked to the right, where six of my elite stood—posture perfect, smug confidence written all over their faces. They’d sharpened their weapons and their egos. Let them.
“And what you didn’t expect,” I said, turning slowly toward Cla
