Delilah We arrived at the Blue Moon Pack. Our convoy came to a halt right in front of the place I once called home. The memories rushed back like a flood, each one sharper than the last. I blinked rapidly, forcing back the tears that threatened to fall. The convoy consisted of six sleek, black luxury vans, more than I had expected. I never imagined I would return to this place, let alone accompanied by people I barely knew. In my van, King Maxwell sat beside me, his presence both a comfort and a reminder of my purpose here. His sister, Rowan, occupied the seat behind us. Rosa and Zod were also with us, despite Zod’s injuries not having fully healed. For reasons unknown, he had insisted on coming. The Beta, Cross, rode in another van, along with some of our pack members. The rest of the convoy was filled with warriors. “Are you ready to walk into your home?” Maxwell’s deep voice broke through my thoughts. I turned to glare at him. He chuckled, amused by my reaction. I swatted hi
Delilah Then, just as I was about to surrender to the void, a whisper echoed in my mind, faint, urgent, and achingly familiar. “Not yet.” A surge of power pulsed through me, jolting me awake. But this wasn’t my world. It was another realm entirely. The seven women I had seen before were there again, just like the time I was with Farrell. This time, however, they turned to me, their expressions softening as they welcomed me. I felt fear clawing at my chest. One thing was certain: I might as well be dead now. Suddenly, a shining figure appeared from nowhere, joining us. The light radiating from them was so intense that I couldn’t make out their features, but something about their presence felt feminine. As the figure approached, I shut my eyes tightly, unable to bear the brilliance. But then, her voice washed over me, calm and reassuring. “Do not be afraid. Accept the fate I have chosen for you, Delilah. Only then will you understand your true purpose and identity. Now, open yo
Delilah “Your Majesty,” Farrell called, his voice steady but laced with urgency. “Now that we’ve cleared the air, can my mate stay with me, just for today? I need time alone with her to resolve our differences.” His request hung in the air, directed at King Maxwell, who stood rigid, his jaw clenched tightly. Maxwell’s silence spoke volumes. Jealousy burned in his eyes, though he fought to keep it hidden. Under normal circumstances, I would have refused without hesitation. But after what i had witnessed today, i felt powerless to deny either of my mates anything. “Alpha Farrell,” Rowan interjected, her tone diplomatic yet firm. “We understand your desire to bond with your mate. It is your right, as the goddess has willed it. However, don’t you think it’s best to ask Delilah herself?” Her words were cautious, a strategic move to avoid conflict. I understood her reasoning all too well. Farrell’s gaze shifted to me, and I found myself unable to look away. If the decision were mine al
Farrell The pain I’ve endured is beyond words. Ever since I discovered that she was my mate, my soul has been in turmoil. The ache of her absence has been a constant torment, a gnawing emptiness that refuses to fade. And yet, she is my wife. The irony is cruel, a twist of fate that mocks me every day. How can she be so close, yet feel so far away? How can she be mine, yet not truly mine? But tonight, everything changed. The heavens opened, and the rain poured down in sheets, as if the skies themselves were weeping for us. It was in this storm that I finally found her, truly found her. The moment our lips met, it was as if the world ceased to exist. There was only her, only us. I kissed her hungrily, desperately, pouring every ounce of the longing, the pain, and the love I had carried for so long into that kiss. And she kissed me back with the same fervor, the same need. She wanted me, just as I had always wanted her. The rain soaked through our clothes, clinging to our skin, but n
Maxwell I felt warmth enveloping me, a comforting heat radiating from somewhere deep within. My body instinctively sought more of it, craving the solace it brought. My hands moved across my bare chest, and her name slipped from my lips like a prayer. “Delilah,” I whispered, my voice trembling with longing. The sensation of wet kisses along my jaw and nose felt so real, so vivid. Her intoxicating scent surrounded me, pulling me deeper into the illusion. But the pain of her absence was a constant ache, a blade twisting in my chest. It was unbearable, yet I couldn’t let go of this fleeting fantasy, no matter how much it hurt. The kisses grew more intense, and I moaned her name again, louder this time. “Delilah,” I breathed, my voice breaking. “My King, I am here with you,” her voice echoed in my ear, soft and reassuring. It was so real that I chuckled in my sleep, though my eyes remained closed. I was awake, yet I clung to the dream, unwilling to let it fade. Morning would come so
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
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
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 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
Maxwell I felt warmth enveloping me, a comforting heat radiating from somewhere deep within. My body instinctively sought more of it, craving the solace it brought. My hands moved across my bare chest, and her name slipped from my lips like a prayer. “Delilah,” I whispered, my voice trembling with longing. The sensation of wet kisses along my jaw and nose felt so real, so vivid. Her intoxicating scent surrounded me, pulling me deeper into the illusion. But the pain of her absence was a constant ache, a blade twisting in my chest. It was unbearable, yet I couldn’t let go of this fleeting fantasy, no matter how much it hurt. The kisses grew more intense, and I moaned her name again, louder this time. “Delilah,” I breathed, my voice breaking. “My King, I am here with you,” her voice echoed in my ear, soft and reassuring. It was so real that I chuckled in my sleep, though my eyes remained closed. I was awake, yet I clung to the dream, unwilling to let it fade. Morning would come so
Farrell The pain I’ve endured is beyond words. Ever since I discovered that she was my mate, my soul has been in turmoil. The ache of her absence has been a constant torment, a gnawing emptiness that refuses to fade. And yet, she is my wife. The irony is cruel, a twist of fate that mocks me every day. How can she be so close, yet feel so far away? How can she be mine, yet not truly mine? But tonight, everything changed. The heavens opened, and the rain poured down in sheets, as if the skies themselves were weeping for us. It was in this storm that I finally found her, truly found her. The moment our lips met, it was as if the world ceased to exist. There was only her, only us. I kissed her hungrily, desperately, pouring every ounce of the longing, the pain, and the love I had carried for so long into that kiss. And she kissed me back with the same fervor, the same need. She wanted me, just as I had always wanted her. The rain soaked through our clothes, clinging to our skin, but n
Delilah “Your Majesty,” Farrell called, his voice steady but laced with urgency. “Now that we’ve cleared the air, can my mate stay with me, just for today? I need time alone with her to resolve our differences.” His request hung in the air, directed at King Maxwell, who stood rigid, his jaw clenched tightly. Maxwell’s silence spoke volumes. Jealousy burned in his eyes, though he fought to keep it hidden. Under normal circumstances, I would have refused without hesitation. But after what i had witnessed today, i felt powerless to deny either of my mates anything. “Alpha Farrell,” Rowan interjected, her tone diplomatic yet firm. “We understand your desire to bond with your mate. It is your right, as the goddess has willed it. However, don’t you think it’s best to ask Delilah herself?” Her words were cautious, a strategic move to avoid conflict. I understood her reasoning all too well. Farrell’s gaze shifted to me, and I found myself unable to look away. If the decision were mine al
Delilah Then, just as I was about to surrender to the void, a whisper echoed in my mind, faint, urgent, and achingly familiar. “Not yet.” A surge of power pulsed through me, jolting me awake. But this wasn’t my world. It was another realm entirely. The seven women I had seen before were there again, just like the time I was with Farrell. This time, however, they turned to me, their expressions softening as they welcomed me. I felt fear clawing at my chest. One thing was certain: I might as well be dead now. Suddenly, a shining figure appeared from nowhere, joining us. The light radiating from them was so intense that I couldn’t make out their features, but something about their presence felt feminine. As the figure approached, I shut my eyes tightly, unable to bear the brilliance. But then, her voice washed over me, calm and reassuring. “Do not be afraid. Accept the fate I have chosen for you, Delilah. Only then will you understand your true purpose and identity. Now, open yo
Delilah We arrived at the Blue Moon Pack. Our convoy came to a halt right in front of the place I once called home. The memories rushed back like a flood, each one sharper than the last. I blinked rapidly, forcing back the tears that threatened to fall. The convoy consisted of six sleek, black luxury vans, more than I had expected. I never imagined I would return to this place, let alone accompanied by people I barely knew. In my van, King Maxwell sat beside me, his presence both a comfort and a reminder of my purpose here. His sister, Rowan, occupied the seat behind us. Rosa and Zod were also with us, despite Zod’s injuries not having fully healed. For reasons unknown, he had insisted on coming. The Beta, Cross, rode in another van, along with some of our pack members. The rest of the convoy was filled with warriors. “Are you ready to walk into your home?” Maxwell’s deep voice broke through my thoughts. I turned to glare at him. He chuckled, amused by my reaction. I swatted hi