Delilah’s jaw dropped as she took in the eerie emptiness of the Shadow Claws pack territory. The streets, usually bustling with life, were now deserted. Not a single Lycan was in sight. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, the rhythm of her fear echoing in her ears. Something was terribly wrong. The silence was unnatural, almost suffocating, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She inhaled deeply, her senses sharpening as she caught a strange, unfamiliar scent lingering in the air. It was faint but unmistakable…a tinge of magic that made her skin crawl. “This is weird,” she thought, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of the situation. Beta Cross, followed closely behind her, his presence a small comfort in the unsettling atmosphere. “Is something the matter?” he asked, his voice low and cautious. He could see the tension in her posture, the way her eyes darted around, searching for answers that weren’t there. Delilah hesitated before responding. “There’s a strange s
The scene was one of utter devastation. Bodies lay scattered across the ground, torn apart as if by a wild beast. Blood stained the grass, its metallic scent mixing with the strange magical energy in the air. The wounded cried out in pain, their voices a haunting chorus of despair. It was a nightmare come to life. “Goddess,” Delilah whispered, her hand flying to her mouth as she took in the carnage. “What happened here?” Beta Cross shouted, his voice filled with anger and disbelief as he confronted the survivors. “It was the King,” one of them replied, their voice trembling with fear. “He did this to his own people.” “No!” Delilah screamed, her voice breaking. “He would never do this. This isn’t his scent. I’m sure of it!” She refused to believe it, her loyalty to her mate unshakable. “What do you know?” Elder Zane interjected, his voice cold and accusing as he stepped forward. “Do you know him like we do? He grew up before our eyes. We know what he’s capable of.” His gaze shift
The situation was utterly confusing. Beta Cross couldn’t comprehend how those monstrous rogues had managed to infiltrate their territory. Their pack had always been the safest, the most secure. No threat had ever survived an encounter with them, let alone breached their defenses. Yet here they were, trapped and vulnerable, surrounded by enemies who had somehow outsmarted them. His mind raced with possibilities, each more troubling than the last. One thought stood out above the rest: there was a traitor among them. But who? And more importantly, how many? He knew it couldn’t be just one person. The scale of this betrayal was too vast, too calculated. As he stood in the cage, his eyes locked onto the rogues celebrating their capture. Their laughter and jeers fueled his anger, and his wolf stirred within him, ready to fight, to tear them apart. As the Beta of the pack and the second-in-command to their Alpha, his instincts screamed at him to protect his pack, especially the Alpha’s L
Delilah The Assembly Hall was full. Every seat was taken. The room felt heavy, like the walls were holding in all the tension and fear. The Elders sat in straight rows, wearing long robes and blank faces. It was hard to tell what they were thinking. Around them stood the strongest warriors of the pack. Their arms were crossed, their eyes alert. They didn’t smile. They didn’t blink. Something big was coming, and we all knew it. Among the crowd, I saw Rosa. She was the pack’s healer. She looked calm as always, but I didn’t trust her calmness anymore. Beside her stood Zod, the Gamma, quiet and watchful. There were also new faces, wolves I didn’t recognize. Strangers. And their presence made the air even thicker. I sat beside King Maxwell on his high throne. A royal robe rested over my shoulders. It was heavy, warm, and a little stiff, but it reminded me of my place beside him. I had chosen to sit here today, not because I had to, but because I wanted to. I wanted to show the king I
Delilah The air in the grand hall was heavy. Not just with silence, but with secrets. Many eyes were on me. Some were watching with care. Some were waiting to see me fail. But I stood strong. Even if I didn’t know everything yet, I was sure of one thing, the people who planned this betrayal were right here in this very hall. They were watching. Pretending to be loyal. But I knew. I could feel it deep inside my heart. Elder Kade was not the real enemy. He was just a puppet. Someone they pushed forward to take the blame. A shield to protect their true faces. They used him like a pawn in a big, dangerous game. I may look young, and I may have come from a humble background. But I was not a fool. No. I had seen behind their fake smiles and sweet voices. I had seen through their tricks. I knew what this was…and I was ready to fight back. I was going to beat them at their own game. They dared to accuse my King? My mate? The one who gave everything for this pack? How dare they try t
THE MAGIC KINGDOM Far away, beyond a dense forest and across an island near New York City, lies a hidden, magical realm. This enchanted place is home to a unique community of hybrids-beings born with extraordinary powers. Known as the Magic Kingdom, it is a land where wonder and power intertwine. At its heart stands the majestic Magic Palace, a symbol of the kingdom's strength and the home of its rulers. The hybrids were naturally gifted with magic, and their abilities were originally intended to bring joy and entertainment to humans. According to ancient tales, the kingdom’s origins trace back to a divine blessing. A human man and a Lycan woman, deeply in love, were granted a miraculous gift by the Moon Goddess. Their union produced the first hybrid, a magical princess named Delula. She was destined to lead her people and bring prosperity to their land. As the kingdom grew in power and influence, it became a beacon of magic and strength. The hybrids’ abilities were not just for s
“Don’t look at me that way, Alexander. That gaze of yours is driving me insane. I can’t stand by and let her destroy everything we’ve worked for all these years.” The woman’s voice was sharp, her eyes burning with frustration as she stepped closer to the throne. King Alexander sat motionless, his expression unreadable. His piercing eyes followed her every move, but he remained silent, allowing her to vent her anger. The man standing before him, bowed deeply as the woman approached. “Welcome, Princess. We were just discussing you,” he said, his tone polite but laced with unease. The woman, a powerful witch and Alexander’s mate, ignored his greeting. Her focus was solely on the king. “Keith, listen to me. I can still manipulate her mate with spells. Only those two have the potential to kill her. But we must act now before it’s too late.” Her voice trembled with urgency. “All the Lycans you sent failed to handle her. Instead, she’s grown stronger, wiser. Let me kill her. You don’t ne
Nurses rushed from one corner to another, tending to the injured survivors of the mysterious attack on the Shadow Claws Pack. The air was thick. Tension and exhaustion with scent of blood and antiseptic mingling in the chaotic atmosphere. Rosa, the pack’s healer, moved with practiced efficiency, her hands steady as she bandaged the arm of a wounded warrior. Sweat dripped down her face, her breathing heavy, her body weary from hours of nonstop work. She was drained, both physically and emotionally, but she couldn’t afford to stop. Not when so many lives depended on her. As she finished tying the bandage, she exhaled deeply, her shoulders slumping under the weight of her responsibilities. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, her eyes scanning the room filled with groaning patients and bustling nurses. The sight was overwhelming, but she forced herself to stay focused. There was no time to rest. She got into her office, exhausted. “You look like you need a little break
Delilah The room was quiet now, filled only with the sound of our breathing. Maxwell lay beside me, his chest rising and falling gently. His strong arms were still wrapped around me, as if he was afraid to let go. His golden eyes were soft now, calm. I rested my head against his shoulder, my fingers tracing slow circles on his bare skin. My body still tingled from our union. The way he touched me, the way he held me, it reminded me again of the power of our bond. We were more than just mates. We were two souls chosen by the Moon Goddess. Two hearts built to beat together. And every time we connected like this, I could feel it…something deeper awakening inside me. Maxwell kissed the top of my head. “You’re quiet, my Queen. What are you thinking about?” “My breast-milk, I fed you my milk. Do you know what that means?” He shifted slightly, just enough to look down at me. “Yes, I know. I understand it will bring us more together. Besides, you can't possibly think that your breast is
Maxwell Delilah sat quietly on the edge of the bed, feeding our children. I stood near the cradle by the window, watching her in silence. She moved gently, switching between each of the babies, making sure they were fed and held with care. Something stirred inside me. I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t. Desire crept in, heating my blood. I shouldn't be thinking this way…not while she’s feeding our children. But she’s my mate. My queen. The mother of our four precious pups. And everything about her pulls me in. Tiara stepped forward and gently picked up Alec, the last baby Delilah had fed. He was already asleep. All four of them had drifted into peaceful slumber. Torah was sitting beside the cradle, humming softly to the girls while Tiara picked up toys scattered across the nursery floor. Delilah adjusted her bra, slipping her breast back inside. My eyes were still on her, and I couldn't look away. She caught me staring. A slow, knowing smirk touched her lips. She always surprise
Maxwell “My King, I’m sorry to say this, but I’m not happy with Rosa and Cross,” Delilah said, sinking into the chair across from my desk. I was about to call for refreshments for us. It had been a long day, and she looked tired. But the serious look on her face and her sudden words made me pause. Delilah was not someone who complained easily. If she had something to say, it was always for a reason. I gave a small smile, just a habit. But I couldn’t pretend with her. She could read my mind too well. I sat down beside her, gently took her hand, and asked, “What do you mean, my queen?” “This time we are in…it’s not a time to fantasize or fall into any kind of temptation. We need unity. We need to stay focused. Our people are scared. We are still under threat. Everyone should be doing their best right now,” she said, her voice firm but calm. Yet I still didn’t quite understand what she was getting at. “Should I call them here? Did they do something wrong? If you want them punished, s
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” all the wolves, Lycans, and witches said in unison, bowing deeply to King Maxwell. But inside, his beast wasn’t calm. Zion, the powerful wolf within him, paced angrily, ready to explode. Maxwell clenched his fists, fighting hard for control. If Zion took over now, there would be chaos…no one in that hall, male or female, would survive. Through the turmoil inside him, he reached out with his mind. “Delilah, I need you, right now. Please come to the hall,” he pleaded to his mate. A soft energy surged through his body at once, like a spark dancing across his skin. Though she hadn’t arrived yet, he could already feel her presence brushing against his soul. “Delilah,” he whispered aloud. Zion immediately stilled, purring softly and retreating into calmness. The beast recognized her. She was his anchor, his peace. The wolves and Lycans remained bowed, unaware of what had just happened inside their King. But the witches felt it…an ancient energy, a presence m
THE CITY OF BOMADA (THE SECOND ZONE, CRYSTAL WHITE PACK) A sudden, unnatural darkness swallowed the city whole. Chaos erupted. Werewolves stumbled and fell, their vision stolen by a powerful, roaring spell. A force greater than them had struck without warning. Wealthier pack members, those fortunate enough to own cars, attempted to flee. They sought refuge in the human world beyond their territory, but nature itself turned against them. Thunderbolts crackled through the air, striking their headlights, plunging them into deeper despair. Trapped within their vehicles, they could do nothing but listen to the desperate cries of their kind. Panic spread like wildfire. The screams of confused wolves filled the air, blending with the eerie silence of the blind night. Many shifted into their wolf forms, relying on their heightened senses to navigate the sudden void. Their noses twitched, their ears flicked, but even in their beastly state, their sight remained dimmer than it should have b
“Delilah, two days have passed since Raymond's death, yet you remain like this. I’m beginning to think there’s more to this than just mourning,” Maxwell exclaimed, his voice edged with concern. Since Raymond’s passing, Delilah had isolated herself in a separate room, shutting everyone out. Even her children suffered in her absence, as she refused to see them. She barely ate, barely slept, and had ignored every attempt Maxwell made to reach her. He had given her time, hoping she would come to him when she was ready. But now, he was done waiting. He could no longer bear it. “It’s clear to me now,” he declared, his tone heavier this time. “You love Farrell more than you ever loved me.” Delilah’s head snapped up, her eyes dark and stormy. “What do you mean?” she flared, her voice filled with something more than just anger, pain. Maxwell studied her carefully. This wasn’t the Delilah he knew, the woman who had always been loving, kind, and selfless. The change in her unsettled him. Th
Delilah As I stepped out of the mansion, I found Rosa waiting with another female Lycan I didn’t recognize. Our eyes met briefly before I turned to Rosa. “What’s going on? It’s midnight. What happened?” I asked, my voice sharp with concern. “My Queen, please, stay calm. Can we talk somewhere private?” Rosa’s voice was careful, almost hesitant. “You said Raymond is awake and wants to see me. What is really happening?” Her vague responses were starting to frustrate me. “My Queen, this is serious. I need you to listen to Rada before you see Raymond.” I glanced between the unfamiliar woman and Rosa, weighing my options. Finally, I nodded. “Come with me.” I led them through the ground-floor hallway. The guards bowed as I passed, and I gave them a small nod before unlocking my office door. Once inside, I shut the door and turned to them. “Speak,” I said, sinking into my chair. Rosa gestured toward the woman. “This is Rada. She’s a witch from the Forest Clan Pack. She has something
Delilah Maxwell’s voice rang out, sharp with anger. “You were supposed to look after them, Rosa. I asked you to, specifically.” His expression was tight with fury, his jaw clenched. But the moment my hand found his shoulder, he exhaled, his body relaxing under my touch. The prisoners had been poisoned. Among them, Raymond suffered the most. Unlike Lycans, werewolves had little resistance to wolfsbane…it burned through their systems like wildfire, leaving them gasping for life. My mate had mind-linked me hours ago, informing me that the four prisoners had been struggling since morning. I had rushed back from the Blue Moon Pack as soon as I could, but guilt tugged at me. I had barely had a moment with my pups. I missed them dearly. “They won’t die,” I said firmly. My gaze settled on Rosa, who stood frozen, her face pale. “Rosa wouldn’t have been able to stop this. I’m certain of it.” Silence filled the room as everyone turned toward me. Cross and Vale, my mate’s personal assistan
Delilah According to the records in front of me, a huge sum of money was withdrawn by Alpha Farrell after he traveled. I turned my gaze to Elder Simeone, the Pack’s accountant. His hands trembled as he wiped beads of sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. His glasses hung low on his nose, and he squinted at me, feigning confusion. But I wasn’t fooled. Something wasn’t right here, and he knew it. Every day, I come to the Blue Moon Pack to oversee business affairs. As the interim Alpha, I need to make sure that everything is running smoothly and that the Pack’s funds are managed wisely. Yesterday was payday for the workers, yet Elder Simeone claimed there were no funds to pay them. That made no sense. Just a few months ago, before Farrell passed away, the Pack’s tourist hotel and wildlife park were thriving. In fact, Farrell had assured me personally that the Pack had enough reserves to last for years. So where had all the money gone? “Elder Simeone, there’s something you’re