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
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. "
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 “Excuse me, have you seen Sandra around?” I asked one of the girls I often saw nearby. “No, Luna. I’m looking for her too,” she replied. I left them and headed toward the group gathered under the big tree, preparing the girls for tonight’s event. “Luna,” they greeted me with respectful bows. “Thank you. Has anyone here seen Sandra?” They all shook their heads. Where could she be? Of all days, she knows I can’t handle this alone. I need her to prepare me for tonight. She’s the only one who knows what to do. This is uncharted territory for me. I married my husband just a few weeks ago, but we haven’t mated yet. I’ve been postponing it ever since the wedding. I’m human, and he’s the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. I’ve heard stories about how intense Alphas can be during mating. I’m scared because I’ve never done anything like this before. Sandra warned me that Farrell would likely mate with me repeatedly for an entire week after marking me. She also told me that a were
Delilah My heart pounded in my chest. I wasn’t running a marathon, yet I was breathless. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. What kind of joke was this? How could someone become another person’s mate in just a few hours? Three hours ago, we were all together, and she wasn’t his mate then. How could things change so suddenly? The heat rising inside me grew unbearable, making my heart race uncontrollably. It felt as though the pills I had taken were kicking in sooner than expected. I stepped closer to my husband and stood in front of him, my heart thundering as my trembling hands cupped his handsome face. His gray eyes locked on mine as I opened my mouth. “Farrell! Tell me this is a joke. You can’t be married to me and talk about another mate. This has to be a lie, right?” His expression darkened into a frown as he removed my hands from his face. “This is no joke, Delilah. She is my mate. I feel the mate bond, and I can smell her intoxicating scent.” He shoved me aside, and I
Maxwell I had been attending meetings non-stop since morning, and they had drained every ounce of my energy. I left Milton yesterday after a long journey. As soon as my jet landed, my Beta, Cross, who is also my closest friend, informed me that I had five meetings to attend. Now, it’s almost eleven at night, and this last meeting is still dragging on. I might not even make it back to my pack tonight. I raised my hand, signaling to Vale, my PA. He approached swiftly. “Yes, my king?” “Book me a presidential suite. I won’t make it to the pack tonight.” “Yes, my king. I’ll handle it right away.” He scurried out, disappearing through the door. The meeting continued, but I had already lost interest. This last session involved me and other Alphas from the surrounding zones. They had been at each other’s throats since the moment the meeting began. I could have left and let them sort out their mess, but as the King ruling over these territories, it was my duty to mediate.
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