LOGIN"You think because you pulled me from the Blacktide Waters, you own my bloodline, Franklin?" David’s voice is a low, predatory gravel, his massive frame trapping me against the cold stone of the den. His dominant alpha scent fills the space, thick with pine and raw, untamed heat. "You made the mating pact. Now stand still and let me claim my debt." "I told you it was a joke, Double D," I snap, my fangs pricking my lip as my inner wolf thrashes against the intoxicating weight of his presence. I twist beneath his grip, but his large, heavily calloused hands slide down my spine, burning right through the silver-weave fabric of my tunic. "We are in the middle of a territory war. My family’s manor is swimming in treason, and you're worried about an accidental bond?" "There are no accidents when our wolves touch," David growls, his lips brushing the sensitive skin right below my jawline, making a violent shiver rip down my spine. "Your scent is driving my beast insane, klinton. If you don't shut your mouth and press your body against mine right now, I'm going to take you right here on the stone floor, council rules be damned." Franklin Sterling is a fierce, exiled omega heir who has spent ten harsh winters enduring the brutal Ashgrove Wildlands after surviving an assassination attempt ordered by his own father. But when a violent storm strands him on the treacherous Skullmoon Isle, he drags a lethal, dominant Apex Alpha from the jaws of the Blacktide Waters: David Duskbane, the ruthless commander known across the territories as Double D. Can Franklin navigate the lethal vipers of his old den while fighting a suffocating, erotic bond with the most dangerous predator in the northern hemisphere?
View MoreFranklin Sterling POV"Watch my form," I bark, snapping the heavy tactical security buckle around my leather-strapped waist with an expert click. Before David or Carter can release another word of alpha warning, my boots stride to the open stone frame. My palms slam onto the granite ledge, and I vault my entire body cleanly through the opening, dropping hard and accurate onto the condenser shelf hanging off the exterior wall. My movements are so lightning-fast and silent that Carter, who expected a weak country stray to freeze in absolute terror, stands completely paralyzed by the balcony rail."What the actual fuck..." Carter stammers, his eyes bulging as he turns a panicked gaze toward the Warlord. "Who is this male pup truly? Did the Vinqlo pack drivers actually drag him out of the primitive wildlands, or is he a shadow operative? How does an unranked country youth vault out of an eleventh-floor stone tower like a trained assassin and hold ancient medical knowledge inside his skull
David Duskbane POV"My..." I start to choke out, my silver eyes locking onto his towering bare chest, but the words dry up in my throat."Franklin, your system does not need to project a false, aggressive shield when standing before my beast," David rumbles, his dark golden eyes scanning the heavy flush spreading down my bare collarbones. The second those soft words leave his fangs, his alpha pride stiffens, realizing his tongue sounds entirely too vulnerable. He quickly drops his chin, his voice turning cold and dominant. "Do not assume your weak acting can deceive my tracking nose. My intellect reads the hidden motives of every wolf in this citadel, so let your limbs save their remaining survival energy."My lips flatten into a cold, defiant line, the slight warmth his words originally sparked inside my chest turning into freezing ice. "My spirit deeply appreciates your alpha advice to save my energy, Warlord, but my inner wolf is completely detached and unbothered by that greedy ba
David Duskbane POV"Don't throw my body into the freezing courtyard snow, Warlord," I plead quickly, my silver eyes locking onto his broad chest as his raw alpha pheromones make my tight lace bodysuit feel like it's burning into my skin. "My paws won't disturb your resting furs. I can just crouch silently on the stone floorboards of this outer solar until the dawn-marker arrives, and then my wagon will—""Where the hell is the biological hair strand, klinton?" David suddenly interrupts, his deep, commanding rumble vibrating straight through the velvet couch.My breath hitches before my brain can react. Shaking off the primal shock, my fingers slide down my bare leg to unlace my leather boot, retrieving a tightly rolled piece of thick cloth from the inner sole. Inside the fibers rests the gray hair I had secretly snatched from Cedron Sterling’s scalp."Luckily, my claws were stealthy enough to bury the follicle deep inside my boots during the ride down the valley track," I breathe out,
Franklin Sterling POV"You... what the hell are you doing inside this master chamber so early, Warlord?" my mouth gasps out, my fangs scraping my lower lip as my silver eyes lock onto his massive, towering shadow.David Duskbane pinches the high bridge of his nose, his heavy chest heaving as his dominant scent flares with a mix of dark wine and raw heat. "Get out of my sight, you hallucination. My brain has completely lost its sanity from the banquet liquor if my eyes are tracking klinton's wildland face inside a whoring lace sling. Wake up, you feral beast!""My voice is not a trick of your mind, David," I say, shifting my weight on the rug, the tight lace bodysuit digging right into my groin as the white bunny tail brushes my bare thighs. "Don't bark at my skin to get lost. My father forced my paws into this fortress suite tonight, and my spirit desperately requires your alpha name to put on a fake mating act with me to deceive his scouts."David turns his massive frame around slowl
"Get your hands off him, you absolute bastard!"Mirelle Voss's screech ripples through the upper gallery as she lunges across the stone dais toward Tahlia's collapsed form. Her ceremonial headpiece shatters against the basalt floor, silver pins scattering like teeth. In her frenzied panic to shield
"You are trembling, Tahlia," I declare, my voice cutting through the heavy silence of the grand hall as my silver-rimmed Uoman Lanka combat boots strike the final obsidian step.The low-burning fire-orbs catch the light reflecting off my ankles, highlighting the lean, razor-sharp musculature of my
"You honestly believe a low-born stray from the Ashgrove Wildlands can pull off an elite silver-weave battle-plate tunic?"Tahlia’s voice echoes through the stone corridor just before she paces down the spiral staircase, her scent spiking with malicious amusement. I stand inside the locked bathing
"You are certain that is your dynamic request? I will grant you one final chance to rephrase your terms."David Duskbane tightens his crushing grip on my shoulder, his dominant alpha frequency spiking so hard the lesser wolves in the courtyard drop to their knees."You want to play the benevolent f












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