LOGINMirelle shrugs the idea off with a bitter shrug, her throat letting out a loud chuckle against the glass window. "Do your brains honestly think Warlord David willingly helped Franklin's position? His blades only struck Tahl because his alpha pride didn't want our branch house to exploit his name crest for a movie deal. No dominant leader with his kind of military power and global status could ever stand being exploited by lesser wolves. Trust my malice, Matthias. Warlord David is going to chase Franklin out of his citadel chamber like a common dog tonight! Maybe my own claws wouldn't even need to carry out our pavilion trap later on. After the midnight moon sets, that country stray will be the ultimate laughing stock of the entire Condex citadel!""Okay, my heart hopes it happens better be like that...""Leave this bedroom mess be for now and track down a suitable rogue male as we discussed for the scandal," Mirelle commands, her voice hardening. "If Warlord David somehow forgives Fra
Franklin Sterling POV"Lock your lips this second before my fangs rip your throat!" Cedron Sterling roars, his golden pupils flashing with absolute murder as he throws Mirelle Voss a terrifying death stare across the stone landing. "Your foolish brain had better learn which secret pack matters can be spoken aloud and which ones cannot! My body will be sleeping inside the warrior study room these next few moon-markers. And don't your paws dare go wandering outside the boundary gates as you please. My office will have heavy border scouts tracking your every single scent trail, so your malice won't go running up the mountain peaks looking for that willful, banished child!"Mirelle is so incredibly enraged by his alpha command that her fingers curl into tight fists, her nails digging deep into her own palms until her skin bruises. It looks like my hidden claws must speed up my secret plan of poisoning the elders and taking over the entire Vinqlo Group asset scrolls, her dark mind snarls b
My lips purse into a hard line as my eyes lock onto his gray chest, my tongue suddenly throwing a test. "What if my beast refuses to march to his bedroom tonight?"A deep-set, hideous frown immediately forms across Cedron’s brow, and my tracker nose can smell the dark, violent waves of alpha anger emanating heavily off his skin. After a long moment of tense hesitation in the dark, his voice coldly replies, "If your stubborn boots don't want to help this family survive, then my claws won't have any use for your presence inside this manor house anymore!""Father... your heart has truly surprised my spirit tonight," I whisper.Cedron continues to fix his freezing, lethal glare straight onto my white shirt. "Are your lips telling my face that you refuse to go?"I look deeply and thoroughly into my father’s fading eyes, searching for a single ounce of real love, before my head finally shakes from side to side. "No. My boots will go."Those simple words are like sweet war music to his old e
Franklin Sterling POV"Why are your old claws pressing this silver key into my leather vest, Father?" my mouth demands, my voice cracking like a broken twig as my silver eyes look down at the heavy iron token.All the sweet family pity and sadness my inner wolf had felt for his gray hairs just a single microsecond ago vanishes into the thin mountain air, leaving my entire body frozen in a stunned, icy silence. When my throat still doesn't utter a single bark across the desk, Cedron Sterling thinks my wildland spirit has gone into deep shock over the Warlord's name."klinton, carrying an innocent, naive heart isn't a bad trait for a pup to possess, but that simple nature would only work for your survival if your body were still tracking rabbits in the Ashgrove Wildlands," my father snaps, his gray fur bristling as he leans over the map tables. "Now that your boots are marching inside the grand Condex citadel, your brain has to learn our urban pack ways, no matter how dirty or underhand
Franklin Sterling POV"My brain has already constructed the absolute flawless trap to break Franklin’s spirit forever, Tahl," Mirelle Voss’s sloppy ink strokes boast across the bottom parchment texture. "My claws will track down a low-blood rogue warrior to snare his body, then my tongue will scatter scandalous mating news about their forbidden physical relationship across all the border guard channels. When that bloody shame explodes into the open, your father’s beast will be incredibly glad his line still carries your loyal name inside the den. Trust my malice, darling pup. It won’t be many mooncycles before my plotting secures your grand warrior return to the Sterling Wolf Manor gates!"Having read the stolen parchment text to the very last letter, my silver eyes narrow into tiny, freezing slits as my gaze stares coldly into the dark valley distance.Just when my inner wolf thought my cousin Tahlia was the most rotten apple inside the territory lines, Mirelle turns out to be ten ti
Franklin Sterling POV"Your foul tongue is inventing total lies because your wildland paws didn't even try to help my position before the Warlord!" Tahlia Sterling screams, his face twisting into an ugly, furious mask as he points a trembling claw straight at my chest."Enough of your disgraceful barking!" Cedron Sterling roars, his massive alpha frequency vibrating so violently through the stone floorboards that the hanging steel lamps rattle. He can no longer master the burning fury exploding inside his chest, his large lungs heaving and gasping for breath as if the room has suddenly run completely short of mountain oxygen.Tahlia panics instantly, his alpha pride shattering into pure dread as he realizes his father's beast is on the absolute edge of a bloody transformation. He grabs Mirelle Voss’s silk arm with frantic fingers and wails, "Mom, save my skin! The trade failure was all Franklin's fault! His silver eyes brought the disaster to our gates!""Shut your foolish mouth this
Franklin Sterling POV"My fangs are going to rip your throat out if your mouth spreads one more fake rumor about my friend, Matron!" Fanny barks, stepping his heavy boots directly between my body and Yvette Actonward’s snarling face.Yvette glares at me like I am a piece of moldy forest trash, her
Franklin Sterling POV"Get your stray body away from our front path before my claws rip your ears off!" the manager barks at me, her fingers digging deep into my white shirt as she pushes my chest into the dark corner of the entrance.I do not move a single inch. My inner wolf stays completely calm
"Your claws can drop the leather," I say, my voice completely impassive and flat as I block her arm. "My own pouch will settle the gold for the shirt." I have zero desire to waste my breath arguing against Yvette's petty mockery.Because of the sharp words my mouth dropped during our past border di
Franklin Sterling POV"Drop the country stray and greet the high-court bloodline!" the shop omega yells, shoving my shoulder away like I am a piece of dirt as she sprints toward the heavy velvet curtains.My silver eyes narrow as she drops into a deep bow before a wealthy, older pack mate who just







