All Chapters of Sodom Daddies: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Michael Jackson POV"Mr. Brandon Jackson is running late by thirty minutes for the pack meeting, Alpha Commander Michael Jackson," the Beta aide says while leading Michael down the long stone hallway of the Shadowclaw Territory lodge. Every month the two alphas rotate their council location between their pack domains, and it is Brandon's turn to host the grand assembly. "Master Joe Hale is already waiting inside the council room."Michael Jackson feels his inner wolf growl with deep unease as he walks toward the big heavy doors. Every single time he sees Brandon Jackson, his wolf is instantly reminded of the way Joe looked at the rival alpha heir when Brandon first found out about their secret alliance. Michael has absolutely no doubt that Joe would have never told the rival alpha if it had been up to his own choice, and the thought makes his chest burn with dark anger. Joe told him that Brandon called the den to apologize for his wild reaction, claiming his inner wolf was just caugh

"Sit down right here and let me look at your territory sketches, Jone," Michael Jackson says, placing a huge stone platter of smoked deer cheese right on the low wooden table inside the alpha's den.Jone Jackson frowns deeply at his messy drawings of the new pack boundaries, sharpening his small graphite tool with a quick, angry movement of his male hands. "Damn it, Michael. This big line is totally wrong, and my inner wolf is getting super annoyed that I cannot make the territory expansion look right."Michael chuckles low in his big throat, sitting his massive male body down on the heavy fur bench next to the omega. Jone immediately grabs the entire meat and cheese platter with both hands, his eyes going wide with pure joy as he stuffs a huge piece of smoked cheddar straight into his mouth. He lets out a soft, happy whimper that echoes around the quiet room."My wolf has never before been jealous of some simple pack food that I hunted myself," Michael says, shaking his head as his l

Jone Jackson POV"Look at all these scrolls from the Moonfang Chronicle," Jone Jackson says, staring down at the little dark stone tablet in his male hands while his fingers tap a fast, angry beat on the wooden table. "The pictures show my male body grabbing Michael Jackson and giving him a big kiss right in front of the whole assembly.""The whole Capital of the Silverclaw Kingdom is talking about it," Tito Jackson Jr. answers, standing tall near the heavy oak door of the alpha's den with his massive arms crossed over his leather tunic. "They print giant words that say JOE HALE JEALOUS OF MORE THAN JUST HIS RIVAL ALPHA'S SUCCESS.""They still do not get it right," Jone grumbles, his voice sound tight and full of fear as his cheeks turn super red. "My omega wolf thinks the letters should just say JOE HALE KISSES MICHAEL JACKSON IN A JEALOUS FIT because hiding our eternal moonmark is making my head hurt so much.""Kitten?"Jone lets out a loud gasp and jumps up from the chair when Mich

Michael Jackson POV"The grip you have on my palm is tightening, Jone," Michael Jackson says, his deep alpha tone sending a low vibration through the air as his large hand wraps securely around the omega’s fingers. He leads the smaller male onto the wooden planks, heading toward the grand gathering. "This marks our first formal appearance before the high packs since the eternal moonmark was declared. This gathering carries immense weight for the Silverclaw kingdom.""Does my male tunic sit right on my shoulders, Michael?" Jone Jackson asks, the omega attempting to mask the sudden flutter of his scent. He adjusts the silver-lined collar of his ceremonial vest, desperate not to bring any dishonor to the royal bloodline when introduced to those the future alpha king holds dear."Your wolf looks striking," Michael answers, his dark gaze sweeping over Jone’s lean, masculine frame with predatory hunger. "My inner beast is already losing its patience. Tonight, we put Rebbie back on a transpo

Michael Jackson POV"Maintain your breathing," Randy Jackson snarls, his claws practically boring through the stone desk as he forces the future alpha king to look at the glowing terminal. On the screen, the hijacked mind-link broadcast shows Jone Jackson being targeted by a heavily scrambled male voice listing every execution Michael has ever performed along the pack borders. The feed reveals no spatial identifiers—just a stark, lime-washed stone chamber, with the captured omega bound tightly to a cold iron chair, thick tactical adhesive covering his lips. "Every pack tracker in the Silvermoon Capital is hunting his scent trail right now, Michael."Tito Hale locks a heavy arm around Michael's trembling shoulders, anchoring the volatile alpha while Tito Jackson Jr. and Paris Jackson claw at their consoles, attempting to decode the frequency source."The omega has projected specific posture cues indicating an isolated border outpost, a three-man rogue squad, silver-infused restraints,