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All Chapters of Sodom Daddies: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Jone Jackson POV"Why are your eyes flashing like you own this territory?" Jone Jackson asks, stepping out of his war-transport into the muddy courtyard of the Hale Moonkeep.He tilts his chin up, tracking the two heavy vehicles stationed directly outside his den. Michael Jackson pushes off the hood of his dark transport, his golden alpha eyes shifting through the gloom as he steps directly into Jone's path, opening the heavy iron passenger door with an aggressive grip."Welcome back to your true home, little omega," Michael rumbles, a dark, possessive smirk playing on his lips that fails to hide the raw desperation bleeding through his pheromones. "Your warrior form looks magnificent after the border hunt."Jone tenses his thick shoulders beneath his leather tunic, refusing to let his inner beast submit to the thick, seductive waves of cedarwood musk rolling off the future king. "Your scent tells me you still refuse to sign the pack dissolution decrees, Alpha Commander."Michael lets

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Michael Jackson POVMichael's chest heaves with a wild, erratic rhythm as he strides through the massive obsidian arched entrance of the Moon Goddess Arena, his mind racing to comprehend why Jone hasn't formally canceled today's territorial assembly like he has every other strategic summit over the past two moons. He cannot determine if this compliance signifies a tactical opening or a final defeat, harboring a lethal dread that it merely means his presence no longer evokes any emotional reaction from his estranged mate.For two consecutive moon-phases, the future king has stationed his warrior form outside the omega's stronghold every single day, delivering handwritten declarations of submission and ancient tokens that invoked their most intense bedroom encounters, desperately hoping to thaw the permafrost around Jone's heart, but the omega still regards him with dead, vacant silver eyes, utilizing every interaction to coldly demand his signature on the dissolution papers without off

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That leather tunic belongs on my den floor. You smell intoxicating.Jone's gaze drops to the messy script Michael has aggressively carved into the margin of the parchment, his silver eyes lingering on the words for a fraction of a second. Michael had been utterly certain the raw possessiveness of the note would force a physical reaction from the omega's inner beast, exposing whether or not he still harbored the memory of that carnal table encounter, but Jone's facial muscles remain completely unreadable. Michael bites down on his lip until the taste of iron coats his tongue, leaning forward to violently scribble another line across the page.Does his wolf touch your skin? Because I will rip his throat out in this chamber if he does.This time Jone's silver pupils dilate instantly, his head snapping up to lock eyes with the future king. Michael lets out a low, dark smirk, his beast roaring with savage satisfaction at finally forcing the omega to look at him, but the victory is short-li

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Jone Jackson POV"Why did you stop fighting for our territory, alpha?" Jone Jackson mutters to the empty night, his deep baritone catching in his throat as his war-transport idles in the deserted courtyard of the Hale Moonkeep.He kills the engine, his silver eyes scanning the perimeter where Michael's massive armored vehicle usually sits. Jone had just returned from a long, tense assembly at the Crescent Moon Lodge with Brandon Jackson and his high-ranking vanguard commanders, expecting to find the future king waiting to claim his boundary as usual. The sudden, freezing absence of Michael's heavy cedarwood musk hits his inner wolf like a physical blade.Jone shifts his heavy boots against the stone steps, his hand freezing on the iron latch of his entrance as his eyes drop to a polished black obsidian chest resting on the threshold, bound tight with a silver moon-ribbon. His fingers tremble slightly beneath his leather gauntlets as he tracks the raw, aggressive script carved into the

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The hours dissolve into the midnight watch as Jone reads further, learning how Michael had intentionally leaked information during the tactical card games with Jermaine and Marlon Hale to ensure Jone stayed three steps ahead of the rival houses. The text traces their first heavy tango at the victory banquet, their raw, blood-tasting first kiss after Michael had liberated him from a border holding cell, and the sudden, freezing distance that grew between them when Rebbie Jackson returned from the northern front, broken and hunted."My focus fractured to secure my sister's survival, and my old war-madness returned," Michael's writing grows frantic, stained with ink blots. "I reminded myself that a pure warrior like you should never be bound to a broken commander, but my wolf kept playing the pretender, deluding my sanity into believing I could retain your mark."Jone clenches his jaw, tracking the pages where Michael details his agonizing confusion over the chemical stink-bombs Jone had

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Jone Jackson POV"Why are you pushing your heart rate so high over a basic screen scan?" Michael Jackson asks, his deep, commanding rumble vibrating through the dark interior of the war-transport as he grips the steering mechanism.Jone Jackson shifts his massive shoulders against the leather seat, his eyes glued to the glowing tactile screen of the hunting ledger. "The boundary sensors are tracking clear across the northern ridges, alpha. I simply prefer verifying the perimeter myself while you finish your session with the pack medicine wolf.""The elder shaman is helping my inner beast process the blood-rage from the frontier wars, Jone. It is an internal campaign, nothing more," Michael states, his golden alpha eyes softening as he reaches across the console to wrap his large, calloused hand around the back of Jone's neck.Jone leans into the aggressive, possessive press of the alpha's palm, his omega scent spiking with immediate, intoxicating heat. "Your pheromones are more ground

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Jone Jackson POV"Look at this leather riding vest," Rebbie Hale says, her fingers smoothing down the tailored black hide as it hugs Jone’s broad, muscular shoulders. "I took off the heavy armor plating and extended the back train so it sweeps down your thighs like an elite warrior's tunic. Wearing it feels entirely different for this ceremony. It is the same basic ceremonial cut, but today, you actually look like a true royal omega mate."Jone stares into the polished silver glass of the Hale Moonkeep, his silver eyes flashing with sharp emotion as he adjusts the tight leather across his chest. He moves his large frame with a natural, heavy masculine stride, his jaw clenched as he suppresses the thick heat of his scent. "I owe this fit to you, Rebbie. Thank you for crafting the ceremonial gear of my dreams. Twice."Rebbie smiles, brushing a stray lock of thick, wavy hair from his face. Jone had his hair bound tightly during the first bonded ritual, but today it hangs loose and wild.

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Michael Jackson POV"How does your inner beast feel?" Michael asks, stepping off the ramp of the war-vessel onto TJ Jackson's private island territory. They are running significantly later than the alpha commander preferred, and he can only pray his sister Rebbie never discovers their delay was caused by a wild, uninhibited session in the transport's private berth.Jone glares at him, pure, unadulterated heat and mock fury burning in his silver eyes. "This is entirely your fault, alpha," he snaps, pausing mid-stride as he takes a deep, grounding breath to settle his rolling stomach."I am deeply sorry, my fierce wolf," Michael murmurs, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "I am completely reckless. Ruined, truly.""You are," Jone agrees, but his expression softens as Michael steps in close, his large arms sliding under Jone’s thighs to lift the massive omega completely off the sand. Jone lets out a low grunt, resting his heavy chin against Michael’s leather-clad shoulder as the alpha car

Leaking Pipe, Hot Omega, Skipped Class- C1

Lynn Louden glared at the glowing link stone on the wall of Moon Den 369. The automated pack recording droned loudly through the crystal speaker."Thank you for calling the Royal Woods Moon Residences office," the recorded voice said. "Our pack business hours are nine to five, Monday through Friday.""Dammit," Lynn growled, slamming his hand against the stone to cut the link.He frantically punched the emergency rune to reach the on-call worker. The line vibrated once, twice, three times."Fuck," Lynn muttered, watching the silver basin pipe erupt, spraying cold pack water across the stone floor.It was only his second night in this sector. He had just wanted a quick drink of water before shifting back to sleep when the old handle snapped off in his hand.The connection finally clicked open with a rough, low grunt."Yeah, this is Buck, pack maintenance," the man muttered, his voice thick with sleep. "Leave a message."Lynn cut the link and redialed instantly.The line picked up on the

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Lynn Louden stood in Moon Den 369, heart pounding as he waited for the pack fixer to arrive. The leak in the Silver Basin Chamber had forced his hand, but something deeper stirred in his wolf the moment he thought about who would show up.Buck Clattermoor pushed open the door without knocking, toolbox in hand, his broad frame filling the Moonstone Corridor entrance. "This the spot with the busted faucet?" Buck asked, voice gruff but edged with surprise when his eyes landed on Lynn."Yeah, it's flooding the whole damn chamber," Lynn replied, keeping his tone steady even as his pulse quickened. He had skipped his morning lecture at the pack academy just to be here, drawn by some invisible thread he couldn't name yet.Buck nodded once and headed straight for the Silver Basin Chamber, his steps heavy on the floor. Lynn watched him go, noting the way the omega's muscles shifted under his simple shirt. No fancy pack titles or wealth here, just raw pack duty pulling Buck into his space.Insi

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