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
Maxwell I knew it would come to this. I had anticipated it from the moment she entered the room, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and vulnerability. Now that she was going to bring up her nanny, I remember I had already sent someone to fetch her. I had questions for the nanny too, but that wasn’t the focus of this moment. My mind was racing, trying to figure out how to make Delilah understand that this wasn’t easy for me either. How could I make her see that, despite everything, she needed Farrell to unlock more of her powers? It wasn’t just about her feelings or mine…it was about destiny, about the path the goddess had laid out for us. “You’re scaring me,” she said, her voice trembling. “You knew perfectly well I could hear your thoughts, yet you're still pushing it forward?” Her anger flared, and I could feel the tension in the room thickening. I moved closer to her, my steps slow and deliberate. My hands found their way around her body, pulling her into an embrace. I inh
Maxwell The early morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window of my bedroom, casting a golden glow across the room. I opened my eyes to the soft warmth, the world still quiet, still untouched. Beside me, Delilah snuggled deeper into my chest, her breathing steady and peaceful. I stayed still for a moment, savoring the weight of her against me. Yesterday training had been chaotic, filled with uncertainties, but at this moment, she was here. Safe. Mine. The screen of my phone lit up as I reached for it. 7:00 AM. Delilah’s training with the Gamma was in an hour. I hesitated. She needed rest. The previous day had been exhausting, and I knew she had pushed herself beyond her limits. Carefully, I shifted her head onto the pillow, making sure not to wake her. She murmured something incoherent but didn’t stir. A faint smile tugged at my lips before I slipped out from under the covers. The bathroom was cool, the steam from the shower curling around me as I let the water wash
Delilah Today's training was different. For the first time, I stepped into the underground training hall, a vast, cavernous space almost half the size of a field. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and steel, and the walls gleamed with embedded torches, casting flickering shadows across the arena. This was where King Maxwell trained, and now, apparently, where I would train too. Weapons of all kinds lined the walls…blades, staffs, guns, whips, even some that looked too ancient to still be in use. Training kits were stacked neatly in different sections, yet none of that mattered to me. I wouldn’t be using them, not today. My opponent stood a few feet away. Zod. A seasoned warrior and the pack Gamma, with the kind of broad, muscular frame that exuded raw power. His posture was relaxed but intimidating, his expression unreadable. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that he was stronger than me, anyone with eyes could see that. But what I didn’t understand was why he expected me t
SOMEWHERE IN A CAVE, IN THE WILD FOREST OF BOMADA "Sandra, there’s only one way you can win against her." The witch of the Blue Moon Pack whispered, her voice carrying a chilling certainty. Sandra frowned, her arms crossed. "What do you mean? I don't understand. Delilah is just a powerless human. I could crush her in seconds." Her confidence was unshaken. The witch narrowed her eyes, arching a brow as a dark chuckle slipped from her lips. "No, you’re wrong. She is far stronger than you think. Listen to me, Sandra, heed my warning." Her voice dropped lower, laced with an eerie urgency. "There’s something about her… Powerful forces surround her." Sandra scoffed, unwilling to believe it. She knew Delilah better than anyone. They had been friends since college, if there was anything extraordinary about her, Sandra would have known. The witch was mistaken. She waved off the warning like a bothersome insect. All that mattered was defeating Delilah in a way that wouldn’t raise suspicio
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
SOMEWHERE IN A CAVE, IN THE WILD FOREST OF BOMADA "Sandra, there’s only one way you can win against her." The witch of the Blue Moon Pack whispered, her voice carrying a chilling certainty. Sandra frowned, her arms crossed. "What do you mean? I don't understand. Delilah is just a powerless human. I could crush her in seconds." Her confidence was unshaken. The witch narrowed her eyes, arching a brow as a dark chuckle slipped from her lips. "No, you’re wrong. She is far stronger than you think. Listen to me, Sandra, heed my warning." Her voice dropped lower, laced with an eerie urgency. "There’s something about her… Powerful forces surround her." Sandra scoffed, unwilling to believe it. She knew Delilah better than anyone. They had been friends since college, if there was anything extraordinary about her, Sandra would have known. The witch was mistaken. She waved off the warning like a bothersome insect. All that mattered was defeating Delilah in a way that wouldn’t raise suspicio
Delilah Today's training was different. For the first time, I stepped into the underground training hall, a vast, cavernous space almost half the size of a field. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and steel, and the walls gleamed with embedded torches, casting flickering shadows across the arena. This was where King Maxwell trained, and now, apparently, where I would train too. Weapons of all kinds lined the walls…blades, staffs, guns, whips, even some that looked too ancient to still be in use. Training kits were stacked neatly in different sections, yet none of that mattered to me. I wouldn’t be using them, not today. My opponent stood a few feet away. Zod. A seasoned warrior and the pack Gamma, with the kind of broad, muscular frame that exuded raw power. His posture was relaxed but intimidating, his expression unreadable. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that he was stronger than me, anyone with eyes could see that. But what I didn’t understand was why he expected me t
Maxwell The early morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window of my bedroom, casting a golden glow across the room. I opened my eyes to the soft warmth, the world still quiet, still untouched. Beside me, Delilah snuggled deeper into my chest, her breathing steady and peaceful. I stayed still for a moment, savoring the weight of her against me. Yesterday training had been chaotic, filled with uncertainties, but at this moment, she was here. Safe. Mine. The screen of my phone lit up as I reached for it. 7:00 AM. Delilah’s training with the Gamma was in an hour. I hesitated. She needed rest. The previous day had been exhausting, and I knew she had pushed herself beyond her limits. Carefully, I shifted her head onto the pillow, making sure not to wake her. She murmured something incoherent but didn’t stir. A faint smile tugged at my lips before I slipped out from under the covers. The bathroom was cool, the steam from the shower curling around me as I let the water wash
Maxwell I knew it would come to this. I had anticipated it from the moment she entered the room, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and vulnerability. Now that she was going to bring up her nanny, I remember I had already sent someone to fetch her. I had questions for the nanny too, but that wasn’t the focus of this moment. My mind was racing, trying to figure out how to make Delilah understand that this wasn’t easy for me either. How could I make her see that, despite everything, she needed Farrell to unlock more of her powers? It wasn’t just about her feelings or mine…it was about destiny, about the path the goddess had laid out for us. “You’re scaring me,” she said, her voice trembling. “You knew perfectly well I could hear your thoughts, yet you're still pushing it forward?” Her anger flared, and I could feel the tension in the room thickening. I moved closer to her, my steps slow and deliberate. My hands found their way around her body, pulling her into an embrace. I inh
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