ALPHA KONAN'S POV

The day of the duel had arrived, and the weight of what lay ahead pressed heavily on my chest. This wasn't just another fight—it was a battle for my pride, my unborn child, and, more than anything, for Madeline. If I failed, it wouldn’t just be my defeat—it would be a loss of everything I held dear. But I couldn’t afford to lose. Not this time. I had to emerge victorious, and I had to put Uncle Damien in his place.

My muscles were tense, a storm of nervous energy swirling in my body. I needed to focus, to center myself. I walked to the makeshift gym...