All Chapters of Double D’s Possession: The Omega’s Coup: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

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