LOGINFranklin 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
David Duskbane POV"My fangs are completely raw with disgust that you brought this tight, sinful leather sling into my vision, servant!" I bark, my dominant alpha frequency rattling the heavy oak doors of the royal fortress suite.The Vinqlo pack driver clears his throat nervously, his scent reeking of submission as he places a dark canvas sack onto the velvet trunk. "Forgive my lowly tongue, Master Franklin... but Master Cedron commanded your body to wear these exact garments for the Warlord's night hunt. And there is a high-frenzy pheromone vision-disc hidden inside the lining. You will comprehend the carnal instructions the moment your hands play the feed before the alpha.""Get your boots out of my chamber before my claws shred your throat," I snarl, my silver eyes flashing with absolute fury as the servant scurries out, locking the heavy iron bolts behind his heels.Left entirely alone inside the dim, torch-lit master quarters, my fingers rip open the heavy sack. My jaw drops in
Mirelle 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
"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
"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 actually think a stray like that bought a Black Snake Vrig leather vest?"The sneer echoes across the manicured courtyard of Sterling Wolf Manor. I stand on the edge of the lower lawn, my throat tight with the scent of roasted stag and high-ranking omega pheromones. My half-sister, Tahlia Ster
"Get your hands off me, you feral mutt!"I slam my palms flat against the cave’s stone floor, the phantom sting of silver claws still burning across my knuckles. My chest heaves under a soaked leather tunic, the scent of brine and ozone suffocating the tight air inside Skullmoon Isle's jagged mouth







