Semua Bab Double D’s Possession: The Omega’s Coup: Bab 61 - Bab 70

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"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"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

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

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,