All Chapters of Double D’s Possession: The Omega’s Coup: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Look how the great Luna crawls to heel," I murmured, watching the thick oak doors absorb Mirelle Voss's retreating steps. My eyes were completely flat, my inner wolf tracking the heavy, rhythmic thuds of her boots as she hoisted her broken cub up the spine of the grand stairs."The strike was well-executed, klinton," Cedron said, breaking the silence as he stepped off the stone dais toward me. His heavy iron armor clanked against the flagstones, his gaze narrowing as he scented my bloodline. "I recall your wilderness name was klinton during your seasons in the Ashgrove Wildlands, correct?""The name is a memory, Father," I replied, a cold, smooth rumble settling in my throat. The phonetic structure of that title sat too close to Tahlia's secondary line—it carried the scent of things I had already marked for execution."Consider the politics, klinton," Cedron groaned, his heavy jaws snapping shut as he turned his face toward the high rafters. "My discipline with Tahlia has been loose.

"How exactly did you cross paths with David Duskbane, klinton? Are your beast cores truly intertwined, or is this a fleeting scent trail?"Cedron’s voice cut through the heavy quiet of the high chamber the moment Mirelle Voss ushered Tahlia up the stone spine of the manor. His golden alpha eyes bored into mine, heavy with a calculating hunger he tried desperately to mask under a paternal growl. For three suns, he had suppressed that burning query, terrified I would realize he was merely using my bloodline as a climbing rope to reach the high desks of Duskbane Keep. He assumed my seasons in the Ashgrove Wildlands had left my wits as raw as a newborn pup's. He truly believed I would spill my memories like water."Our paths crossed entirely by chance, Alpha," I replied without a single flicker of hesitation, keeping my posture loose and my scent completely flat. "The long-boat I boarded from Vinqlo broke its hull against the jagged reefs of the Blacktide Waters. I washed ashore on Skullm

"Franklin, what is the meaning of this treason?" Tahlia shrieked, slamming his gold-clad boots against the floorboards as he surged out of his velvet seat. "Can your country beast not swallow its envy for one standard cycle? You dare try to hijack my platform? Need I remind your pathetic line why our father paid for this transit? We are flying to my championship investiture! Mine!"I didn't even slow my stride toward the exit bulkhead, my voice dropping to a glacial register. "Calm your wolf, little brother. Your precious first-class bench is nothing but firewood to my beast.""Then why are you marching through this cabin with the High Lord's vanguard?" Tahlia bared his remaining fangs, his painted face twisting into a loud, desperate roar.The commotion instantly snapped Cedron Sterling out of his state-ledger. He rose from his forward seat, his dominant alpha pressure flooding the narrow cabin with a thunderous growl. "What is this insolence, Franklin? I brought you out of the wildl

"Franklin Sterling, your pure alpha bloodline must be a fabrication because your physical form is completely flawless," the head judge whispered from the wings.I ignored the murmur, but my inner wolf tracked the absolute silence that smothered the arena the moment my boots settled under the main fire-orbs. My lineage had given me a tall, razor-edged, nine-head frame with a symmetry so devastatingly clean it reduced Tahlia’s painted face to a messy, trembling joke. Even without a single drop of court pigments or pack oils, the raw, unblemished moonlight radiance of my skin eclipsed every minor alpha in the northern alliance.No beast in this world can ignore a true apex predator. The omegas in the front benches were practically leaking awe from their scents, their eyes locked onto my frame. My mere presence had turned Tahlia’s championship moment into a secondary background blur, stripping away his glory without my wolf even baring a single claw.David Duskbane’s golden eyes were pinn

"Unclench your fangs and drop your paws from my linen collar before my inner wolf tears your throat open," I growled, my voice sinking into a low, vibrating octave that echoed off the high stone pillars of the cathedral forum.I had been playing the role of the submissive, fragile wildland stray for three suns, but Tahlia’s raw jealousy had finally crossed the border line.Tahlia stared directly into my eyes, expecting to see the trembling panic of a country weakling, but his breath caught as his inner beast hit a wall of absolute, suffocating ice. The sheer, freezing dominance hidden behind my passive mask resembled a ancient northern glacier—a terrifying apex pressure he had never encountered in his pampered court life.I clamped my fingers around his wrist, twisting his offending hand off my tunic with an iron grip that made his bones pop, before turning calmly to the master of ceremonies. "Arch-Master, my little brother's beast appears completely destabilized by the trial. It woul