《Double D’s Possession: The Omega’s Coup》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

Franklin Sterling POVMy thick brows slam together as I narrow my silver eyes at her face. "What total garbage is your mouth spilling right now?"Right next to my shoulder, Rayson Seet lets out a deep, dangerous growl from his throat, his golden eyes flashing with high vanguard authority as he glares straight down at Yvette Actonward. "Watch your foul language, lady," he warns her, his jaw completely stiff. "Your tongue is barking inside the central Condex Trading Square, not your private backwoods."Rayson honestly assumed that the spoiled matron would tuck her tail between her legs like a frightened forest rabbit and beg for my forgiveness, but her pride is way too stubborn for that. Yvette simply tilts a mocking eyebrow at his heavy chest, letting out a sharp, nasty hiss. "Master Seet, is your supreme leader David Duskbane truly aware of the loose, sloppy way your boots are running wild across the market sectors today? My mouth suggests your claws be extremely careful while playing

She steals a fast, panicked glance toward Jordan's face. However, Jordan averts his eyes completely, looking totally nonchalant and unbothered by her shadow. A sharp prickle of emotional pain cuts across Yvette’s chest at his total ignorance. Still, she forces a bright, fake smile onto her painted lips and replies, "My mouth brought a serious matter to lay before your ears and Warlord David's council... But my eyes did not know that Master Jordan would be sharing the hearth here too."Jordan raises a thick brow, his fangs peeking out. "Why? Is my body forbidden from sitting with my brothers? Or is my presence causing your secret plans some sort of inconvenience?"A deep, burning anger broils inside Jordan’s ribs. His eyes had witnessed Yvette’s truly vile, cruel nature during that past dog incident near the Vinqlo border. Now that her boots have shown up here behind his back, his mind cannot help but doubt her true intentions. Did this woman seriously come to wreak havoc among my inne

David Duskbane POV"My fangs are shaking with pure fury, Warlord David!" Sam’s voice rages out of the communication stone like a mountain storm, and his wild barks make my golden eyes blink with absolute confusion.My neck automatically twists to look across the Jupiter lodge at Franklin Sterling. He is still standing by the stone fireplace, flashing a bright, happy smile as he speaks to Jordan Baker. I press the link tighter to my ear and ask Sam, "What madness has happened to your pack project?""That country stray you dumped in my lap is a complete disaster for our war film!" Sam roars back so loudly the device vibrates against my leather glove. "He is the lead warrior of this brutal survival story, yet his mouth complained that the swamp mud on his cheeks looked completely hideous for the viewers. Then the boy went behind my spine and used fresh valley oils to clean his skin and beautify his face without consulting my crew leaders! Does my tongue truly need to explain more? We are

Franklin Sterling POV"My own head holds absolute zero fear of your empty threats, Tahlia, because my boots never truly belonged to the Vinqlo branch house anyway," I state with a completely flat, freezing tone, my silver eyes looking straight through his shaking frame. "Your mouth claims my skin will lose everything if the trade logs drop to zero, but the reality is only your greedy parents will lose their soft cushions. My spirit has never been a real member of your manor pack. My life will never be one of your bloodmates because your fangs have never treated my body like real family from the moment my paws crawled out of the wildlands."My inner beast clenches with a small, familiar prickle of old family pain, but my face remains completely hard like river ice. My legs no longer carry any desire to stand inside this loud canvas tent just to bicker with his pathetic shadow, so my boots snap around to march directly away from his face. One should never commit a border sin if one does

Tahlia Sterling POV"Mother! My bones can no longer tolerate his disgusting presence inside this territory. I want Franklin kicked out of the pack lands right now so his shadow disappears from my eyes forever!" I screech the very moment my hunting boots slam past the wooden frame of the solar door.Mirelle Voss is holding a leather ledger book, counting the secret blood gold coins we smuggled into the overseas rogue packs, so her jaw drops open as she snaps back with absolute impatience, "My ears already know your spirit despises his face. Do your small brains think my own beast enjoys looking at his silver eyes? My tongue told your mind before, our line must wait patiently for a perfect hunting opportunity to make his boots slip on the mountain trails."It holds zero importance to our plans whether Franklin survived his early cycles in the wildlands or not, because his physical shell is just a young male wolf in his early twenties who knows nothing about city courts. His spirit is yo