King Jaron carefully weighed every option left on the table, the humiliation of allowing a Beta to compete for his daughter's hand against true Alphas sitting bitter on his tongue.
Still, there were plenty of ways to make life difficult for Corvine without Voren ever catching wind of it.
After all, Voren wouldn't be standing inside these walls to interfere once the competition began.
Alphas were naturally stronger than Betas, and even if Corvine stepped forward as a Co-Alpha, Jaron remained convinced the man wouldn't stand a chance against the three Alphas already chosen for the fight.
And if things somehow got out of hand, his warriors would be no match for Voren, especially when the crown hadn't yet regained its full power.
"Fine." The word left his mouth with clear reluctance, the admission tasting like ash. "Corvine can compete."
