Semua Bab Double D’s Possession: The Omega’s Coup: Bab 31 - Bab 40

"What did your tongue just bark?" Tahlia gasped, his golden pupils dilating as his posture fractured on the flagstones."Your beast lacks the fundamental wiring for the fighting arena," Alpha Kaelen stated flatly, his dark claws tapping the stone bench with absolute finality. "Your instincts are completely sterile, and your frame has executed zero genuine conditioning. My supreme directive is to bar your presence from these combat scrolls permanently.""No, this metric is structurally invalid," Tahlia whimpered, his boots slamming against the stone steps as he charged down the stage toward the evaluation platform. "Grant my claws a secondary trial, Master Kaelen! My internal humors suffered a massive regional imbalance this morning, preventing my wolf from absorbing the tactical scroll correctly. If your vanguard permits one additional demonstration, my steel will not fail your expectations!""A secondary trial?" Kaelen scoffed, his heavy alpha brows drawing together in absolute mocke

David Duskbane POV"My inner wolf chooses to back this campaign because Kaelen's directing skills are unmatched across the Condex sector, not for standard gold gains," I say, pushing my empty brew vessel aside and looking straight into the old director's eyes. "klinton is exceptionally vital to my house lines. He lacks arena experience, but his focus is unbreakable once his claws are committed. When the hunting simulation begins, his performance will stun your scouts. Grant his skin this trial.""Your words shock my senses, Commander Duskbane," Kaelen answers, his heavy grey ears twitching as he leans forward. "My memory registers your name as an iron leader who never permits weak connections to alter the vanguard selection. Yet today, your tongue is actively defending this Tahl youth.""Your packs have not tracked his movements long enough to understand his true metric, Kaelen," I rumble, my alpha energy sealing the debate before he can snap back. "My own chest is prepared to vouch f

Harvey Jupiter POV"My fangs are plenty sharp to shred any rogue scavenger lurking in these thickets, Harvey, so your heavy boots can stop tracking my tail right now," I tell the giant alpha, keeping my hand flat on my silver hunting dagger while we cross the territory boundary. "Your shoulder blade is leaking fresh vitals. What if a rival pack smells your blood and executes another ambush in the dark?""The last trench battle was a complete fluke because some low-life mixed wolf-bane into my water flask, leaving my beast totally paralyzed and weak," Harvey says, scratching his flattop hair while a bright pink flush covers his chiseled cheeks. "Now my paws are firmly planted back inside my own regional sector line. My warriors dominate this forest, so my heart harbors zero fear of a secondary strike.""Your stubbornness matches the size of your frame, Warlord," I mutter, realizing his large boots will continue to mark my steps regardless of my warnings. "Fine, your mass can escort my

David Duskbane POV"My brain is completely frying from these wild calculations," my private guard muttered across the link after I severed our connection. "Is my leader's skull suffering from a battle-wound, or has his inner wolf finally found a fated companion? If that is the truth, the high council project means zero. The absolute priority for Duskbane Keep is producing a supreme little pup to inherit the alpha crown!""Wake up, Master Franklin, your transit team has breached the valley perimeter!" the old manor housekeeper calls out at the break of dawn, his paws tapping loudly against my heavy oak chamber door. "The vanguard scouts from Duskbane Keep are already waiting inside the central yard. It is time for your beast to rise.""The morning air smells sweeter today, old one," I call back, sliding out of my sleeping furs with a wide grin. After tracking Mirelle's secret midnight meeting with the Matthias hound, my heart feels lighter than it has in moons, and my inner wolf slept

Franklin Sterling POV"Move your paws faster with that leather shield, Iris, the weather-crafters are shifting the storm currents right now," I bark, holding the massive umbrella tight as my boots splash through the heavy artificial downpour. I sprint into the freezing mountain deluge and lift the shield over the customer's head, keeping the icy torrents off his skin while the freezing droplets soak my left shoulder completely."Cut the simulation!" the chief photographer screams, clapping his heavy paws together with a huge grin. "That performance is absolutely pristine! The emotional care is perfect!""My inner wolf can finally take a calm breath," I whisper, wiping the icy mountain water from my chin as a wave of relief washes over me. The shoot is finished thirty minutes ahead of schedule, and my bones are ready to shed these freezing clothes."This sequence is garbage and falls way below our vanguard criteria!" Serena Assange's bitter voice booms across the courtyard before my bo