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C7

Auteur: Gun ink
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-29 02:43:08

"You possess an intriguing aura, Franklin," a sub-alpha from the northern border murmurs, moving into my space with an oiled, polite grin. "Perhaps we could run the Condex hunting tracks together sometime?"

I lift my chin, keeping my expression entirely flat as three more pack scions circle my position near the lower pillars.

"Your physical conditioning is flawless for someone who survived the wilderness," another notes, his eyes tracking the silver line of my shoulder armor. "What tier did you
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  • Double D’s Possession: The Omega’s Coup   C9

    "There is a southern devil in your sister's furs, Franklin," Cedron says, his voice cracking slightly as he steps back. "She has taken a venom-strike. I must attempt to clear the space...""No, Father!" I gasp, my eyes widening in perfect, calculated horror as I step between him and the threshold. "This is a high-tier predator! You are the Alpha of our line—if your blood core is compromised, the Sterling pack will fall to the northern raiders! I cannot let you risk your life!"Mirelle’s scent turns entirely rancid with fury. Without a single word of warning, her hand snaps out, her claws fully extending as she drives a vicious, open-palm strike directly into my face.With my reflexes, I could have caught her wrist and snapped it before her skin touched mine, but I see Cedron's eyes tracking us. At the last microsecond, I drop my guard and take the blow.Slap!The impact echoes down the stone corridor. The force spins my head to the side, my cheek instantly turning a dark, swollen crim

  • Double D’s Possession: The Omega’s Coup   C8

    "The moon has turned, klinton," I whisper into the heavy, black air of my quarters, refusing to touch the wall levers for the fire-orbs.The blue light of the communication slate cuts through the darkness as I stalk toward the edge of my mattress. My boots are completely silent against the stone floor. Hiss. A dry, sharp rattle tears through the silence—the rapid, defensive inhalation of a cornered predator. The vibration settles about three feet from my left boot, right in the center of my caribou bedding."What manner of vermin did they set loose in my den?" I murmur, lifting the slate high to let the display's glare flood the dark sheets.A massive Blacktide adder, its neck fully flared into a hood of iridescent scales, glares back at me with unblinking, emerald eyes. It is already coiled, its lethal weight shifting to launch. If my wolf hadn't broken through my sleep cycle due to the servant's retreating tracks, my throat would already be liquefying from its fangs.The serpent str

  • Double D’s Possession: The Omega’s Coup   C7

    "You possess an intriguing aura, Franklin," a sub-alpha from the northern border murmurs, moving into my space with an oiled, polite grin. "Perhaps we could run the Condex hunting tracks together sometime?"I lift my chin, keeping my expression entirely flat as three more pack scions circle my position near the lower pillars."Your physical conditioning is flawless for someone who survived the wilderness," another notes, his eyes tracking the silver line of my shoulder armor. "What tier did your wolf manifest in the outer rings?""We must sync our territory markers," a third chimes in, holding out a silver-embossed communication slate. "Now that you have returned to Condex, the high courts will expect you to integrate."They radiate a sickeningly sweet, syrupy diplomacy, their inner wolves desperately trying to gauge my political worth after witnessing David Duskbane protect me. I offer them a shallow, perfectly hollow smile, tilting my head with calculated innocence. "Of course. A re

  • Double D’s Possession: The Omega’s Coup   C6

    "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 her bastard child, Mirelle drives her shoulder violently into my flank, deliberately trying to force me over the drop.I am balanced on the narrow edge of the wooden ritual stage, my ankles locked into the five-inch silver Uoman Lanka combat boots. The sudden, unweighted impact snaps my center of gravity completely sideways. I am plunging off the platform toward the jagged stone floor below.Instinct takes over. I tuck my chin and cross my forearms over my throat to absorb the concussion of the fall. If my skull cracks against the basalt, the Vinqlo guards will shred my inner wolf before I can shift.But the impact never comes.A massive, slate-hard forearm bolts out of the darkness, striki

  • Double D’s Possession: The Omega’s Coup   C5

    "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 legs beneath the tailored split of the Black Snake Vrig tunic. The surrounding Vinqlo lords inhale sharply, their inner wolves reacting to the pure, unblemished lineage radiating from my skin."How is he standing like that?" Tahlia whispers under her breath, her fingers clawing at the edges of the speaker's dais as she watches me advance across the stone floor with absolute, fluid balance. "The country omega should be crawling on his knees.""I have tracked rogue packs across jagged peaks that would shatter your fragile ankles, little sister," I say, stopping less than three paces from her. "A pair of ceremonial uniform boots is a playground."Tahlia's jaw tightens, her golden eyes darting t

  • Double D’s Possession: The Omega’s Coup   C4

    "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 chamber, running my clawed fingers over the fine, metallic threads of the Black Snake Vrig garment she left behind. It is deliberately designed for the narrow, hyper-lean frame of a high-tier omega royal, meant to display a flawless collarbone and a tight, sculpted waist. A single blemish, a single uneven muscle line, and the wearer looks like a deformed beast trying to mimic royalty."He will look like an absolute monstrosity," Tahlia whispers to her mother right outside my door, unaware that my heightened wolf senses can pick up her lowest frequency vibration. "And those five-inch silver-heeled combat boots I left by the threshold? The feral idiot has probably spent the last decade running

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