Delilah Little by little, I’m uncovering truths about myself I never imagined. I used to think I was human…that’s what I was raised to believe. Whenever I felt strange like this in the past, I would faint. My nanny would always give me some herbal concoction, and after a few days, I’d feel better. But now I understand those episodes for what they were: I was in heat. The realization sends a shiver down my spine. I’ve always felt different, but I ignored it, told myself it was nothing. Now, all the pieces are falling into place, and I’m terrified of what I’m becoming. Since that night with Maxwell at the hotel, everything about me has changed. My body feels different…heightened. It’s as though every nerve in my body is alive, pulsing with energy I don’t know how to control. I can hear Maxwell’s thoughts so clearly, as if they’re my own. But it’s not just him…I can hear others, too. The first time it happened, I thought I was losing my mind. But no, this is real. It’s me. Then th
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
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
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 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
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
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
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
Maxwell My blood ran cold. “What are you talking about?” I asked sharply. “I got confirmation that she was brought here. How can she just disappear?” James looked uncomfortable. He hesitated before answering, like he didn’t want to make things worse. “Your Majesty… maybe the warriors who brought her can explain,” he said softly. “Do you remember who they were?” I opened my mouth to answer—but nothing came out. My mind was… blank. I couldn’t remember their faces. I couldn’t even remember their names. How could this happen? I never forget important things. I am a King. My memory is strong. This should not be happening. I looked at Cross. He looked just as worried and confused as I was. I could tell he didn’t understand either. “Forget it,” I muttered, feeling the frustration burn in my chest. “I must be wrong.” James nodded, but I saw the fear in his eyes. He didn’t believe that I was just “mistaken.” I turned and left the dungeons quickly, my steps heavy. Cross followed be
Maxwell “Your Majesty, I am overjoyed that we have finally sealed the deal. You should have seen the investors, they were ecstatic to be part of these projects. It’s not just about the oil company; it’s also the bridge that will connect our region to the magical palace. This is a monumental step forward,” Cross exclaimed, his voice brimming with enthusiasm as he recounted the day’s success. The magical palace has always been a place of fascination for humans, a realm of wonder and power that many have longed to access. My late parents had initiated these projects, dreaming of a future where our people could thrive alongside the magic of that realm. But their dreams were cut short. They perished in a brutal war against the Lycans, who sought to claim the palace for themselves. Since their deaths, the project had been abandoned, left to gather dust and fade into memory. But I made a vow to finish what they started, to honor their legacy and bring their vision to life. Over the y
Delilah Maxwell gave me meat and bread to eat. After that, I had some fruits. It was a little strange to sit and eat like this, because today is the sixth day of his Rut. Six long days. Six nights without proper sleep. I never knew I had this wild side in me. I used to be scared of things like this. But now I know, sometimes you don’t understand your own strength until you face it. For now, his wild cravings have calmed down a little. He’s sleeping peacefully on the bed, completely worn out. But I’m here in the bathroom, trying to take care of my body. Rosa gave me some herbal balm and soft cloths to soothe the aching between my legs and on my skin. Six full days of intense passion. It nearly broke me. I have never seen Maxwell this possessive before. It was like his beast was fully in control. If I couldn’t hear his thoughts through our bond, I might have believed he was possessed by something dark and powerful. I sat on the edge of the tub, my body still shaking as memories fl
Maxwell “How long will this take?” she asked, her voice innocent, yet laced with a knowing undertone. I hesitated. How could I tell her that this Rut would last a whole week? How could I explain that my beast would become more possessive, more aggressive, and that I would need her by my side every moment of it? It was beyond my control, a primal instinct that I couldn’t fight. Instead of answering, I pulled her close and smashed my lips onto hers. The kiss was passionate, desperate, filled with all the emotions I couldn’t put into words. My body reacted instantly, the animal part of me taking over. My hardness was painful, and the urge to take her right there, in the garage, was almost overwhelming. But the little restraint I had left pushed the thought away. I guided her towards the private elevator that led to my bedroom. The ride up was a blur of kisses and touches. Every sensation was heightened, every touch electric. The euphoria of being close to her, of feeling her sk
Maxwell I feel the air thick with the scent of damp earth, indicating the rain was about to pour. But all I could focus on was the absence of HER. Every second stretched into an eternity, each breath laced with frustration and need. Where was she? I paced beside the car, waiting. It was becoming frustrating. “Delilah.” Her name was a growl in my mind, a plea, a demand. My skin burned with the relentless pull of the mate bond, an ache so deep it felt like my bones were vibrating with the need to claim her. Why now? Of all times, why did this unbearable hunger have to seize me when HE still had her? A snarl tore from my throat as his image flashed in my mind. “Farrell”, his smug Alpha arrogance, his possessive hands on what was MINE The bastard had always been a thorn in my side, challenging me at every turn, testing the fragile patience I barely clung to. And now? Now I had to “share” her. The thought alone was a blade twisting in my gut. My claws dug into my palms, t
Delilah I was stunned. How could he be in Rut? Was there something about their kind that I still didn’t understand? My mind raced with questions, but I forced myself to respond calmly. “Can it wait until I’m done with Sandra and the two rogue Lycans?” I asked, trying to buy time. Before the King could reply, Farrell’s voice broke through our mental connection, snapping us back to reality. Yet, the King’s interest in our conversation was evident. I could see it in the way his eyes lingered on me, filled with a mix of desire and possessiveness. There is no going back from this. “I’ll have to leave the two of you for now,” Farrell said, his voice tight. “I need to go to the office to see what’s happening there.” “There’s no need for that,” the King responded sharply. “We’re leaving now.” Farrell’s jaw clenched, and his fists balled at his sides. It was clear he was angry at the thought of me leaving with the King. The tension between the two men was palpable, and I found myself ca
Delilah All eyes turned to him. “What news?” Farrell asked, his tone sharp but curious. “We have over 200 human guests from different countries lodging in our resort as we speak. And the good news is that we have reservations for over 500 more. They’re coming to experience our wildlife park and nature. Tourism is back to our park,” the man explained, his excitement contagious. Raymond stood up immediately, his face lighting up with joy. “Delilah! She’s the luckiest person I’ve ever known. She’s our fortune,” he exclaimed, coming over to kiss my cheeks. But before he could, a low growl filled the room. “Take your hands off my mate,” King Maxwell warned, his voice commanding and filled with authority. Raymond immediately withdrew, his hands raised in surrender. I felt a flush of embarrassment rise to my cheeks. It was becoming increasingly difficult to navigate the possessiveness of my mates. Who was more possessive, Farrell or Maxwell? I couldn’t tell. “Raymond, please go with
Delilah “Welcome back home, Delilah. It’s good to have you back.” Raymond’s voice startled me from behind as he walked closer to where I stood in the kitchen. This kitchen, once stolen from me, was now mine again. The familiar scent of fresh herbs and the warmth of the stove brought back memories of happier times. I was making breakfast, something Farrell always loved. The sizzle of bacon and the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, creating a sense of comfort and belonging. I turned around, and Raymond was already in front of me. “Raymond,” I said softly, and without hesitation, he pulled me into a tight hug. His embrace was warm and reassuring.. He peppered my face with kisses, making me laugh. “Let me have you to myself before your possessive mates come in here,” he joked, his voice light and teasing. I laughed even more, the sound echoing through the kitchen. But the moment was short-lived. “Will you take your hands off her?” Farrell’s warning voice cut through the
Farrell Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and hurriedly made my way out of the bathroom. My mind was still racing from the events of the previous day, the Lycans who had dared to threaten my mate. They would pay for their audacity. But as I stepped into my bedroom, my thoughts came to an abrupt halt. My breath caught in my throat, and I nearly stumbled back in shock. There, on my bed, lay a figure, asleep and serene. My heart pounded as my eyes traced the familiar curves of her body. Delilah? My mind reeled. Was I imagining things? Was she really here, or was my mind playing cruel tricks on me? I blinked hard, trying to clear my vision, but she remained, real, tangible, and breathtakingly beautiful. Her intoxicating scent filled the room, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. It was unmistakably her. My body reacted instantly, a surge of desire coursing through me. I moved closer, my steps slow and deliberate, as if afraid she might vanish if I made a