Delilah Farrell's voice echoed close to me, rich and soothing, tugging at my consciousness. His familiar scent filled my nostrils, and I could feel the ghost of his touch on my skin. It had to be a dream, I was certain of it. As I called out to him, his sweet, comforting words answered back. My entire body yearned for him. The kisses that landed softly on my face felt so real that, for a fleeting moment, I doubted my reality. Could it be that I wasn’t dreaming? No, it had to be. It was too perfect to be real. “I love you, Farrell,” I murmured, half-lost in my sleep. Even though I couldn’t see him, his presence surrounded me, his scent intoxicating. But why? Why now? The man I thought was mine had been cruelly taken from me by my best friend, no less. And yet, here he was, haunting my dreams while living a reality with her. Then, his voice broke through, startlingly clear. “Forgive me, my love. I didn’t know you were my destined mate.” My eyes snapped open. I blinked, my vision
Maxwell's POV. How is that even possible? She can read my mind? This is unbelievable. What is she? One thing’s for sure…I’m relieved nothing happened between those two. The thought of it made my heart swell with unexpected joy. I had worried over nothing. She doesn’t want him. That much is clear. She could have killed him if I hadn’t stepped in. She despises him. This can only mean one thing: she will reject him in the end. And I will make sure of it. I stormed into my bedroom, discarding my clothes hastily before stepping into the shower. The rush of water calmed my frayed nerves, and once I was dressed and refreshed, I stepped out. My guards greeted me with respectful nods, which I returned absentmindedly. As I entered my office, I reached out to my Gamma, Zod, through the mind-link. His response was immediate. “What’s the situation at the borders?” I asked, my tone firm. “Your Majesty, the borders are secure now,” Zod reported. “But the damages to the Red Moon Pack and the P
Farrell Ever since I returned to the pack, my mind has been a storm, a chaos I can’t silence. What happened today? I felt it, the spark, the bond. And Cane? He felt it too. The way he howled inside me, the way he surged forward… it was too raw, too magical to ignore. But then there was her scent…jasmine, delicate and pure, mingled with a hint of lavender. It was intoxicating, utterly addictive. I could still feel it clinging to my skin, wrapping around me, pulling me closer to insanity. But how? How is this even possible? I already have a mate. Sandra is supposed to be my one and only, the Luna of this pack, my queen. And now this? Another mate? Delilah? I raked my hands through my hair, the weight of it all crushing me. I know it’s not uncommon for one female to have more than one mate, but two mates for an Alpha? That’s unheard of. It defies everything I thought I knew, every law of nature. How could Delilah, my sweet, selfless human wife, still be bound to me, yet the
Delilah Walking through the bustling grounds of the Shadow Claws Pack with Rosa, For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt alive, my heavy heart momentarily forgotten. The entire territory thrummed with vitality, like a city that never truly rested, its people and places moving in perfect sync. The palace itself loomed in the distance, a structure so tall, so grand it could intimidate anyone unfamiliar with its intricate beauty. Upon returning to its shadowed halls, Rosa eagerly led me on a tour of the office buildings flanking the royal quarters. Her enthusiasm was contagious, though my focus wavered when a peculiar sensation began to stir within me. As we walked. Eyes were on me. The Lycan males and females who works in the office building turned around to look at me. I know that they might have questions for Rosa. But she didn't give them any audience. A voice…low, unfamiliar…whispered in my mind, faint yet distinct. I paused, startled. Where was it coming from? How
Maxwell When Anna called to say she had arrived at the palace, my heart raced with fear for the first time in my life. Fear…something I had never experienced before. I am the Alpha King, feared and revered by all, yet this small tremor inside me was foreign and unsettling. Among all the women I had been with, Anna was the one I had truly considered as a potential queen. I had even thought about making her my mate. But everything changed when I met Delilah, my true mate. She consumed my every thought, making me forget all else. Including Anna. And now, standing on the precipice of an unavoidable confrontation, I felt like I was spiraling into chaos. Anna stormed into my bedroom, her beauty as striking as I remembered. But my heart no longer raced for her…it beat solely for Delilah now. “What do you mean I should go back?” Anna's voice was sharp, her anger unmistakable. “You can’t just walk into my palace without informing me,” I replied, striving to keep my composure. Anna was t
Maxwell “I’m on my way. What happened?” I linked to my Beta as I stormed out of the palace. “We’re under attack at the Eastern border,” he said, his tone strained. “Some powerful creatures.” “I’m coming.” I severed the link, my pulse quickening. Zion, my wolf, growled in the back of my mind, his bloodlust igniting like wildfire. He was ready for the kill. I smirked. “Not yet, Zion. Not yet,” I muttered, gripping the wheel as I sped off. My beast was dangerously impatient, and it had taken years to tame him. If I wasn’t fast enough to act, he’d gladly take over, and when he did, it wasn’t pretty. The drive was a blur. In minutes, I arrived at the border. Chaos had taken over. The scent of blood and the clash of claws filled the air. My warriors fought ferociously, but the enemy, a pack of towering Lycans…was overwhelming. These weren’t from around here. I stepped out of the car and scanned the battlefield. Amid the chaos, I spotted Cross locked in a brutal fight with a Lycan who
Maxwell “This is just the beginning of our attack on your pack, King Maxwell. Release her, and peace will return to your kingdom.” His voice rang like a warning bell, echoing in the silence of the basement. My sister’s words flooded back to me…her warnings, her prophecy. Protect your mate, Maxwell. Challenges will come, but you must remain steadfast. Is this it? The moment she foresaw? I clenched my fists, my wolf, Zion, clawing at my control. The man before me dared to call my mate theirs. The sheer audacity made my blood boil. My vision tinged red, and I could almost feel my hands wrapping around his throat, snapping his neck. But I held back. Not yet. Not here. Without a word, I turned on my heel and left the basement, my steps eerily quiet despite the storm raging inside me. The faint sound of footsteps followed. I didn’t need to turn to know it was Cross. His scent was unmistakable…loyalty and concern wrapped in one. But I wasn’t in the mood for his probing questions. He
Maxwell I cupped her face, my thumb brushing gently over her soft cheek. “You’re mine, Delilah. And I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.” With those words, I leaned down, sealing her fate…and mine…with a deep, soul-binding kiss. The passion between us was electric, and her response left me stunned. Even in her fragile state, she matched my hunger, her lips speaking a silent confession of desire that mirrored my own. Pulling back just enough to breathe, I stripped away the barrier of my clothes, leaving nothing between us. Slowly, reverently, I helped her out of her delicate nightwear. The sight of her took my breath away. She was flawless, a vision of perfection that ignited something primal deep inside me. My predatory gaze roamed over her, my wolf clawing at the edges of my control, desperate to claim her. But I wouldn’t let it. She was delicate, and tonight, I needed to be gentle. My restraint was a thin thread, but her glowing golden eyes held me captive. As I knelt be
Delilah I was caught off guard. I wasn’t expecting him to make this move. The moment Farrell’s lips touched mine, I felt a spark, an electric jolt that coursed through my veins and left me breathless. His lips were warm and firm, igniting something deep inside me. I almost totally surrendered to him. The way his hands moved over my body sent waves of sensation rippling through me, awakening a hunger I thought had long been buried for him. I craved more of his touch, more of this moment that felt so forbidden yet so not familiar. When I opened my mouth, welcoming his tongue, the kiss deepened. Our tongues tangled in a passionate dance, and for a moment, I was lost…lost in him, in the memory of what we once had. Yet, was different. But then, everything changed. Suddenly, I was no longer in the room. I found myself standing in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by seven women. Their faces were indistinct, yet there was something ethereal about them, their glowing forms shimmering like
Delilah "My queen, there are things you need to understand when dealing with magic. Firstly, know the source of the magic. Secondly, learn the right way to control it," Rosa said, her voice steady and instructive. I listened carefully, nodding occasionally. "There are two kinds of people when it comes to magic: those born with it and those who practice and learn it. The ones born with magic are naturally powerful, and getting rid of them is almost impossible unless they are betrayed," she explained, her words carrying a weight that I couldn’t ignore. We were at the training field, a place Rosa had chosen for my lessons. It was an open area surrounded by tall trees, the sound of rustling leaves blending with the hum of distant voices. This was my third day of training. Tomorrow, the Gamma who introduced himself yesterday promised to teach me combat techniques. I was looking forward to it. "Are you listening, my queen?" Rosa's firm voice pulled me out of my wandering thoughts. "
Farrell “Alpha Farrell, we suppose this gathering is for good?” Elder Elias asked, his tone carrying a hint of concern as he adjusted his seat at the conference table. “Yes, Elder Elias. I only wish to wait for the Gamma to arrive before we proceed,” I replied calmly, and the elders nodded in agreement. I sat at the head of the table, with Sandra seated to my right. My brother, Raymond, sat directly across from me, while the six elders filled the seats along both sides of the table. Maids moved quietly, placing trays of snacks and fruit drinks in front of us. Sandra fidgeted beside me, clearly restless. I hadn’t shared the purpose of this emergency meeting with her, knowing it would upset her. But this wasn’t just about her; it was about the pack. As Alpha, any decision I made inevitably impacted everyone under my care. I had to do this, no matter how difficult it was. The sound of the double doors creaking open pulled my thoughts back to the room. Gamma entered, his expression
Farrell “So, how was your trip?” I asked my brother and Beta, Raymond. He had just returned from Texas, where most of our investors were withdrawing their support. It was devastating our wilderness retreat and adventure park business. The drop in revenue was not just troubling—it was catastrophic. Raymond’s shoulders sagged under the weight of failure, his expression clouded with frustration. “It didn’t go well,” he said quietly. I placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him, though I knew it was a futile gesture. He carried this burden as deeply as I did, maybe even more. “Our tourist numbers have dropped drastically,” Raymond continued, his tone bitter. “And with sales so low, the investors are cutting ties. It’s why we’re losing them.” “Don’t worry,” I said, though the words sounded hollow even to me. “Everything will be fine.” “When?” Raymond snapped, stopping in his tracks. His voice trembled with restrained anger. “When will everything be fine, Farrell? Because
Maxwell “If you insist that she is your mate, then let us follow our customs and traditions. Let her undergo our basic ritual. You, of all people, know that a weak female cannot be the queen of our pack. If you want everyone to accept her, let her prove she can bear the title.” I locked eyes with Elder Zane as he spoke. He was right, technically. But I knew his words weren’t motivated by tradition…they were rooted in his belief that Delilah would fail. If only he knew what we were truly dealing with. The room buzzed with murmurs as others nodded in agreement. I had no issue with Delilah undergoing the ritual, even though I knew her beast is yet to surface. But after what I witnessed today? Their ignorance was almost laughable. We weren’t dealing with an ordinary Lycan here, but something far more powerful, something even I struggled to comprehend. “Your Majesty.” Rosa stood and bowed respectfully. My gaze flicked to her, then to Cross, who had remained silent throughout the meeti
Maxwell The more I think about who my mate is, the harder it becomes to find an answer. My mind is clouded, and without my sister's guidance, I feel as lost as a child. Five long hours have passed, and Delilah is still sound asleep. Yet, a gnawing fear grips my chest…what if something takes her from me while I am not by her side? My thoughts spiral back to the man from earlier. He was no ordinary man. He carried himself with the air of royalty and wielded magic with ease. He knew Delilah. That much was clear. But who is he, and what does he want with her? Questions plague me, their weight unbearable. I pace the length of my vast room, desperate for clarity. One thing I know for certain, Delilah is a Lycan. But she is more than that. Something about her is unique, something that stirs both fascination and unease within me. A female Lycan in heat is rare, almost unheard of. What makes her so special? If she is truly my mate, then fate must have brought her to me for a reason. But w
The Private Healing Room The private healing room of the King of the Magic Kingdom was full of tension. The air was thick with incense smoke, the bitter scent of herbs, and whispers of old magic. Several healers moved quickly around the room, their faces drawn with worry. They had been working without rest ever since the King was brought in…unconscious and barely breathing. King Alexander’s life was hanging by a thread. His mate, the Grand Witch of the palace, stood like a storm in the corner of the room. Her eyes glowed with power and rage as she watched the healers surround the bed where her King lay motionless. “Nothing must happen to him,” she said in a firm, threatening voice. “You hear me? He is your King. Your job is to save him!” Her words cut through the silence like a whip. The healers flinched at her tone but nodded. They didn’t dare speak against her. Instead, they began chanting again…ancient spells of healing passed down for generations. Their palms glowed with en
Maxwell What just happened? Who were these people? My mind reeled as my eyes stayed locked on Delilah. She stood like a storm given form, her glowing, laser-like eyes blazing with raw power. This wasn’t defense. This was devastation. The air reeked of charred flesh, and the scorched bodies of wolves littered the ground around her. Yet she wasn’t done. Her strikes came swift, unyielding, merciless. My two bodyguards shifted uneasily, hands on their weapons, ready to act. I held up a hand, stopping them in their tracks. In front of her stood a man, his silver hair glinting under the hot sun. His sharp features bore an eerie resemblance to hers…there was something connecting them, though I couldn’t yet piece it together. But now wasn’t the time for questions. My Lycan beast roared within, clawing to take over, demanding I protect my mate. But Delilah wasn’t helpless. No, she was extraordinary. “You’re not supposed to be able to do that,” the man rasped, his voice breaking with stra
Maxwell "Your Majesty, you haven't said a word in over thirty minutes since you arrived. Is something wrong?" Alpha Farrell’s voice broke through my thoughts for what felt like the hundredth time. Still, I had nothing to say. The truth was, I did have a problem. A big one. The Moon Goddess had cursed me with a mate…a woman who was also bonded to another man. If I merely liked Delilah before, now I loved her with every fiber of my being. And if I loved her before, I was completely and utterly lost in her now. Her charm was my undoing. She was supposed to be mine and mine alone, yet here I was, forced to share the one woman meant for me. I left the palace today with only one intention: to meet the man fate had cruelly chosen to share my mate. A part of me wanted to reveal to him that the woman he called his Luna was a fake, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Call me selfish…I didn’t care. The moment he knew the truth, he would fight for Delilah. And I couldn’t bear the thought o