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
Maxwell It had been too long since I last mated with my queen. Too long since I felt her warmth, her presence, her heartbeat aligning with mine. I had grand plans for her coronation night…plans to celebrate her as my mate, my queen, my everything. But fate had other ideas. The moment she heard of her other mate’s demise, she left me. Just like that, she walked away, leaving me in the dark. It wasn't easy. The nights were endless, my bed cold and empty. My heart felt hollow, aching for her return. I drowned myself in work, in responsibilities, anything to distract from the unbearable absence. But nothing worked. Nothing ever could. I had long abandoned hope of finding my true mate. It was a dream I buried years ago, a fantasy I convinced myself was never meant for me. And yet, here she was…here in my arms, fragile but real. Alive. The bathwater was warm as I held her close, my fingers trailing over her skin. I took the washcloth and slowly, carefully, began to clean her body. My
Maxwell “Tell me everything I need to know if you want my forgiveness.” My voice echoed through the grand palace hall, its weight pressing down on Rosa, who knelt before me on the cold marble floor. Her trembling hands clutched at the hem of her cloak as she bowed her head, pleading for mercy. The sight of her, once proud and confident, now reduced to a trembling figure, stirred something deep within me…though I refused to let it show. I stood, pacing around the throne, my footsteps echoing in the vast hall. Though I wasn’t dressed in my royal robes, the weight of my crown felt heavier than ever. A simple black shirt and pants were all I wore, but the authority I carried was unmistakable. My mind raced as I tried to piece together the puzzle Rosa had presented. She had betrayed me, yet she had also saved Delilah, not once, but twice. That alone was enough to keep me listening “Your Majesty,” Rosa began, her voice strained with desperation. “I am aware of my sins, and I know they
Maxwell “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” I asked Delilah, who was determined to capture Raymond, Alpha Farrell’s brother. Raymond had betrayed his own brother by revealing his location to the enemy. If it were up to me, I would have ended him without a second thought. But Delilah insisted on capturing him alive. She believed he could provide us with valuable information, and as much as I disagreed, I couldn’t deny her determination. She stood silently, lost in thought, her electric blue eyes scanning the horizon. She was dressed in black leather pants and a tank top, with a long orange trench coat wrapped around her waist. Her black heels added a touch of elegance, making her look both fierce and stunning. Every time I looked at her, it felt like her beauty was renewed with every passing second. She drove me insane in the best way possible. I was a proud man, willing to fight for her, to do whatever she asked. But Delilah was stubborn. She always wanted to do things her
“Welcome, King Maxwell, ruler of the Seven Zones. What a lucky king you are, don’t you think?” The silver-haired man in a royal golden robe spoke, his voice dripping with a mix of mockery and curiosity. His piercing gaze lingered on Maxwell, but it quickly shifted to Delilah, who stood close to her mate, her expression a blend of confusion and caution. Delilah stayed near Maxwell, her mind racing. She didn’t understand why Raymond had gathered everyone here or who these people truly were. The tension in the air was palpable, and she could feel the weight of unspoken threats pressing down on her. She glanced at the silver-haired man, her look-alike, and a chilling realization struck her: “This man is related to me, but he’s no ally.” Maxwell remained silent, his sharp eyes scanning their surrounding. His warriors stood in a defensive formation, ready to act at a moment’s notice. Delilah noticed Farrell, his face stern and unreadable. She tried to probe his thoughts, but his mind w
Delilah Confusion clouded my mind, making it hard to think clearly. I felt vulnerable, my thoughts scattered and uncertain. Was I right about what I suspected? Or was it just my imagination running wild? The weight of the truth pressed heavily on me, and I struggled to accept it. The scent I had detected was unmistakable…unique, unforgettable. There was no way I could be wrong about it. Yet, the reality of what it meant was too painful to bear. The shock of discovering my true identity was already a heavy burden, but the new revelation about the witch doubled the pain. It felt as though a double-edged sword had been thrust into my heart, cutting deeper with every passing moment. My emotions were a tangled mess, and I couldn’t find the words to express the turmoil inside me. My mate’s strong arms held me tightly, his presence both comforting and overwhelming. His eyes, filled with worry and pleading, locked onto mine, my lips refused to part, my voice trapped in my throat. The sh
Delilah The room was heavy with tension, the air thick with unspoken words and hidden agendas. These people…these traitors…had contributed to the death of my mate, Farrell, and now they were plotting to install Raymond as the new Alpha. Their plan had been in motion from the very beginning, and their words echoed in my mind like a haunting melody. “If Alpha Farrell had listened to King Alexander from the beginning, he wouldn’t have died,” one of them had said through the mind-link, their voice dripping with false sympathy. “Why is she even here? After all, she has another mate,” another had sneered, their disdain palpable. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s just play along. It won’t be long before she’s captured, and all of this will be over,” Elder Rykerr had added, his words cutting through me like a knife. The pain in my heart was unbearable, but I couldn’t let it show. Not yet. “We should think of something. We need to help Raymond. We should make sure he survives this,” the fourth e
Delilah His thrusting became very aggressive, and if there was one thing I feared, it was the intensity of his emotions. He didn’t believe me. I could have stopped him…he was thrusting into me with a ferocity that bordered on desperation. This was aggressive, unlike anything we had shared before. Yet, I let him take it out on me. I could endure that much. I owed him that much. Whenever we neared our climax, he would pull out abruptly, shifting positions as though he couldn’t bear to stay still. This pattern repeated throughout the night, leaving me exhausted and unsettled. I wondered if he would be okay, if “we” would be okay. His heart was closed off to me, a fortress I couldn’t penetrate. I tried to listen, to feel his emotions, but he had blocked me completely. I had to rely on my magic to fuel our energy, to keep us going, to keep him from breaking entirely. Finally, he relented, bringing us both to a shuddering release. It had been nearly three hours of relentless passion
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