Maxwell's POV “Rosa and Zod are traitors,” I said to Cross, my voice heavy with disbelief as I paced around the large office. The words felt foreign on my tongue, as though speaking them aloud made the betrayal more real. My body felt tense, my chest tight, as if the weight of the revelation had physically struck me. I had never imagined that those two…especially Rosa…could ever betray me. She was more than just a trusted ally; she was the most important person in my life. The thought of her turning against me was like a dagger to the heart. Cross stood frozen, his expression grim. I could see the turmoil in his eyes, the same storm of emotions raging within him. Zod was his best friend, after all. The three of us had grown up together, long before I was crowned King and Alpha of the pack. We were like siblings…inseparable, bound by loyalty and shared history. To think that Zod and Rosa could betray us was almost too much to bear. If it hadn’t been Delilah who revealed the tr
Delilah I knew today was my coronation day as the queen of the Seven Zones and the Luna of the Shadow Claws Pack. What I didn’t know was that seven old women, each representing one of the Zones, would be the ones to attend to me. According to Maxwell, this tradition had been in place even before his mother was crowned, and he intended to honor it. The women were kind, but they had put me through a whirlwind of preparations and teachings. There were so many things I didn’t know about being a female leader, and one of the women, Rebecca, the oldest and strongest among them, had shared wisdom that lingered in my mind. Her words echoed in my ears: “You are not ordinary, my dear queen. You are meant to protect, heal, and guide your people. That is your role as the queen of the Seven Zones.” Her words resonate deeply within me. I had always felt different, but now I was beginning to understand why. My magical abilities had been growing steadily, and I was discovering new powers every d
Delilah The event was nothing short of grand, a spectacle that surpassed all my expectations. I had anticipated a significant gathering, but the sheer size of the crowd took me by surprise. The atmosphere was electric, filled with an air of anticipation and reverence. All the Alphas from the seven Zones were present, their imposing figures standing tall and proud. Yet, one absence weighed heavily on my heart…Farrell, my mate. He had promised to be here today, to stand by my side during this monumental occasion. But he was nowhere to be seen. His brother, Raymond, the Beta, was also missing. Their absence left a void, a lingering question that I couldn’t shake off. As the ceremony began, the highest-ranking elder ascended the podium, his presence commanding silence and respect. I was called forward, my heart pounding as I stepped into the spotlight. It was time for me to take the oath, a sacred vow that would bind me to my people and my destiny. The elder’s voice echoed throu
Maxwell This morning, I received devastating news…news so tragic that it threatened to unravel the fragile peace we had worked so hard to maintain. The weight of it pressed heavily on my shoulders, and I knew that if word spread too soon, chaos could erupt. To protect the peace of today and ensure the success of the day’s events, I made the difficult decision to keep it to myself, even from Delilah, my queen and mate. It felt selfish, but I had no choice. The crowning and installment of my queen and Luna had to go smoothly. The kingdom needed this moment of unity and celebration, and I couldn’t let anything ruin it. Thankfully, the ceremony was a resounding success. The joy and pride I felt as I watched Delilah ascend to her rightful place as queen were indescribable. My people, who had once been skeptical of her, now cheered for her with genuine admiration. And why wouldn’t they? Delilah is everything a queen should be…beautiful, strong, and powerful. Her presence commands re
Delilah The pain of losing someone so dear is unbearable, but the pain of losing a soulmate is a torment that cuts deeper than any other. It’s a wound that never truly heals, a void that nothing can fill. I should have stopped him. I should have fought harder, argued longer, done anything to keep him. If only I had insisted. But I didn’t. I let Farrell leave for the human city, and now he’s gone. A witch attack…that’s what they said. But why? Farrell was kind, gentle, and had no enemies. He was never the type to seek trouble. So why would a witch attack him? Unless… it wasn’t random The witch attack that took his life haunts me every waking moment. It feels like a cruel twist of fate, a punishment for my failure to protect him. Farrell was peaceful, kind, and had no enemies. Why would a witch target him? The question gnaws at me, feeding my guilt and sorrow. Was it because of me? Was I the reason he was attacked? The thought is unbearable, but it lingers, and it's taunting. “Que
Maxwell I know Delilah loves me. But what I didn’t know…what I couldn’t have imagined…was that her love for Farrell ran deeper. She loved him dearly, more than I ever realized. For as long as she could, she hid it, burying her feelings beneath layers of loyalty and duty. But now, there was no hiding. The truth had surfaced, raw and unrelenting, and it shattered everything in me as I couldn't bear her loving anyone. The moment she learned that Farrell was gone, she didn’t give me a chance to explain. She didn’t wait for my words, my apologies, or my pleas. She simply left. Before she walked out, she released Rosa, as if to tie up one last loose end. And then she was gone, leaving me alone in the silence of my own despair. The irony is unbearable. I love Delilah with every fiber of my being. She is my mate, my Luna, my queen, my partner in every sense. She is the other half of my soul, the one who completes me. And yet, here I am, drowning in the pain of her absence. Farrell is gon
Maxwell Transforming into my beast form, my paws pounded against the earth, each step echoing with urgency. The ground trembled beneath me as I surged forward, my senses heightened and my instincts razor-sharp. My warriors, catching sight of my transformation, immediately understood the gravity of the situation. They knew that only something of immense importance could drive me to shift so abruptly. Without hesitation, they followed suit, their own forms morphing into powerful beasts as they fell in line behind me. Together, we moved as one, a force of nature racing against time. Werewolves are known for their incredible speed, but as a Lycan, my abilities far surpass those of ordinary wolves. My strength, agility, and senses are unmatched, and I pushed my body to its limits as we tore through the dense woods. The Blue Moon Pack was our destination, and though the path was treacherous, it was the shortest route to reach them. My beast was fully awakened, every muscle coiled a
Maxwell All the best healers in the kingdom, both from my pack and the neighboring ones, had gathered in the grand hall of the palace. Their mission was singular and urgent: to heal Delilah, to save her. The air was thick with tension, the weight of her fragile state pressing down on everyone present. I stood in the corner, my eyes never leaving her still form on the bed. I couldn’t bring myself to leave, not after Rosa’s betrayal. Trust was a luxury I could no longer afford. For all I knew, any one of these healers could be an enemy in disguise, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I watched as they moved around her, administering herbs and potions, chanting ancient incantations. My instincts screamed at me to intervene, to ensure no harm came to her. I made them consume every herb they brought before they could give it to her. I couldn’t take any chances. Delilah was my mate, my queen, and I would do whatever it took to protect her. Just as I was about to step closer to
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