All Chapters of Sodom Daddies: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Michael Jackson POVJone Jackson forces his inner wolf into submission as he slides out of the customized, low-slung transport Michael had presented to him following their mating covenant. He leaves the vehicle parked carelessly right across the flagstones of the Alpha Council Hall entrance, completely disregarding the secure subterranean vaults. Two heavily armored boundary wagons halt directly behind him, courtesy of the Elder Luna Katherine Jackson. Her hyper-fixation on the omega's safety has reached an unbearable peak; she refuses to let him traverse the Silvermoon Capital without an elite vanguard flanking his path, every guardian personally vetted and blood-sworn by the old king Joseph Jackson.Kim Jackson, the freshly appointed pack guardian commander, pulls the heavy iron door open. Jone steps out onto the stone courtyard, his heavy leather combat boots striking the pavement with a sharp, resonant thud as he strides directly toward the administrative wing. His broad shoulders

Jone watches in absolute shock as the arrogant woman who once ruled the elite courts brushes the grease off the stones, her noble fingers bleeding from the friction. Ares had whispered that he had sold her into domestic servitude to pay her blood-debts, but Jone had completely forgotten she had been assigned to the Jackson Silverclaw kitchens."Good help is a rarity among the lesser packs these days," Katherine says, turning a sweet, pristine smile toward Jone.A sudden, intoxicating wave of pure, dark malice floods Jone's veins. He eyes a heavy bowl of raw flour on the counter, steps forward with a deliberate swing of his arm, and slides the entire container off the edge, sending a massive white cloud crashing across the stones she had just cleaned. "Indeed, Mother," Jone growls, his voice thick with satisfaction. Paris Jackson does not even dare to lift her chin, her inner wolf completely broken by the dominance in the room, her previous vanity utterly extinguished.The old queen do

Michael Jackson POVJone Jackson remains completely still as he touches noses with the old queen, his silver omega eyes reflecting the dying embers of the hearth fire before one of the elder pack guards guides her toward the private sleeping quarters."My gratitude for your presence during this sun-cycle," Jone says, turning his broad shoulders toward the future Alpha King the exact second the iron chamber door grinds shut. "My wolf truly values the gesture."The omega speaks with an agonizingly smooth, calculated distance that tears through Michael's restraint."As the Silverclaw throne dictated, it caused no fracture to my pack duties," Michael rumbles, his deep baritone flat, though the proximity of Jone's scent is doing dangerous things to his inner beast. In truth, pretending the mating bond was untainted had briefly silenced the violent war-visions currently clawing at the back of his mind.Jone shifts his head toward the stone staircase, ascending with a powerful, rhythmic stri

Michael Jackson POV"Did the Alpha King consume the night within the omega's territory only to harbor regret for the moonmark?" Jone Jackson asks, his silver eyes flashing with dark heat in the pitch blackness of the mating den.Michael Jackson tightens his massive arm around the omega’s bare waist, pulling Jone’s muscular thighs flush against his groin, where his shaft is already thickening again. "The Silverclaw throne bows to the mate bond; my wolf knows no regret for claiming its king-consort," Michael rumbles, his deep baritone vibrations vibrating directly against Jone’s slick skin.Jone lets out a low, masculine purr, his heavy shoulder rolling as he buries his face deeper into the alpha’s cedar-scented neck. The raw, rough mating session they shared had completely exhausted his omega frame, leaving his inner beast swollen, marked, and utterly saturated by the future king's thick, dominant musk.Michael Jackson POV"The Grand Pack Assembly demands the future king's seal on the

Rebbie Jackson steps past them, her heavy boot violently kicking one of the training tunics Michael had thrown to the floor, her dark eyes flashing with pure alpha fury as she glares down at her brother. "You should have honored his choice when he accepted your mark, even after the rogue ambush nearly cost him his life. He is the one who should have fled the pack house, terrified of the royal target on his back, yet his wolf never wavered from your side. You did not deserve his submission.""Rebbie," Katherine Jackson warns, but the younger princess refuses to back down."No," Rebbie Jackson snaps, her jaw tight. "The future king needs to hear the truth from his own bloodline. I am utterly ashamed of your conduct, Michael. If your pride causes this pack to permanently lose the Hale alliance, my wolf will never forgive you. Jone sat alone in the library choosing the darkest war chronicles just to have an excuse to let his beast howl while you stayed out on the borders. I was the one wh