Lahat ng Kabanata ng Double D’s Possession: The Omega’s Coup: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Franklin Sterling POV"Master klinton, your fresh battle tunic is ready by the stone door panel!" Iris yells from the outer room, her sharp voice making me jump. "I brought the ceremonial furs that the production vanguard sent over for the wildland shoot!""Leave the bundle on the wooden chest," I call back, letting out a giant sigh of relief because it is not David's terrifying voice outside my door. I crack the heavy oak panel open just enough to grab the leather bag from her paws.A massive cloud of hot white steam escapes from the stone pool room as my boots slowly slide across the floor. The new tunic Iris brought is a bright, shimmering mix of silver-lake cloth and purple valley leather that is supposed to make me look like an ancient forest prince for the outdoor crystal scrolls. Not many wildland fighters can wear those soft court colors without looking completely silly, but my smooth skin and lean shoulders make the bright fabric look totally natural. I look like a mystical a

David Duskbane POV"My patience is totally gone, and my brain keeps thinking about this young wildland wolf over and over," I say to myself, staring down at my large hands while the dressing den stays completely quiet. "When Harvey announced his beast fell in love with him at first sight, a huge ball of angry fire swelled up inside my chest, and my claws nearly ripped the stone walls apart.""David!" Franklin's sharp voice suddenly yells, pulling my mind out of the dark thoughts.I snap back to my senses and quickly let go of his wrist. My eyes drop down and spot a bright red mark on his skin from my iron grip, and it looks like it will turn into a dark purple bruise very fast. Why is his skin so soft and delicate compared to a regular warrior? A heavy wave of guilt hits my heart, but I force my face to look completely stone-cold and calm."My council has not decided the exact way your line will repay my favor," I tell him, my voice deep and flat. "But before my claws come up with the

Franklin Sterling POV"My path is too packed with danger to allow any room for a mate bond, Master Jupiter," I say after a heavy silence, my fingers tight around my ceramic bowl as I look at his hopeful eyes. "The truth is, my claws have too many blood bills to settle in the Ashgrove Wildlands. I am sorry, but my spirit cannot accept your courtship."The bright, golden light in Harvey's pupils vanishes in a second, his tail dropping as his whole posture deflates like a punctured hunting bladder. He clenches his massive jaw, but he forces his face into a smooth, easy look in the blink of an eye."Do not let your wolf feel bad, Franklin," Harvey says with a tight smile, trying to hide the heavy disappointment in his scent. "My mouth barked the confession without any warning, so it is normal for your brain to feel shocked. Can our banners at least stay friendly? My tongue will never reveal our past mountain run to the Condex elders. As far as the high court knows, this noon-marker is the

"Your claws can drop the leather," I say, my voice completely impassive and flat as I block her arm. "My own pouch will settle the gold for the shirt." I have zero desire to waste my breath arguing against Yvette's petty mockery.Because of the sharp words my mouth dropped during our past border dispute, Yvette holds a deep, murderous hatred for my name. Seeing that my spirit has no plans to entertain her games or show fear, she drops her fake court manners in the blink of an eye."My beast has changed her target," Yvette announces in a freezing, loud voice. "I want to buy this blue tunic for my own guard squad."The shop omega freezes up, looking totally stunned. Yvette must hate this young wildland wolf so much that she is willing to rip away his basic dignity in public. Yet, the worker doesn't know the exact depth of my family background either. On the other hand, Yvette is a massive benefactor for the shop; last winter, the omega achieved supreme sales rewards entirely because of

The manager shudders from head to paw at that realization, staggering backward until her hips hit a wooden rack. Oh moon goddess. What hidden monster did my claws just offend today! Meanwhile, Yvette stands completely at a loss for words at the sudden turn of the tide. Not only does this wildland stray know Fanny personally, but his spirit is also a close blood friend of the supreme founder of Black Snake Vrig? Did Fanny’s eyes mistake Franklin for a different wolf? That was just Yvette’s desperate, wishful thinking. Judging by the easy way our voices bounce back and forth, it is blatantly clear to the whole room that our spirits are close companions.Both Fanny and my shadow seem to completely forget that there are other people breathing inside the den. Suddenly, Fanny recalls the manager's ugly talk from a moment ago and turns his eyes back to my face. "What exactly happened before my guards entered the archway, Franklin? Why did their mouths bark that your shadow was causing troubl