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
“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
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
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
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
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
Delilah My heart pounded in my chest. I wasn’t running a marathon, yet I was breathless. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. What kind of joke was this? How could someone become another person’s mate in just a few hours? Three hours ago, we were all together, and she wasn’t his mate then. How could things change so suddenly? The heat rising inside me grew unbearable, making my heart race uncontrollably. It felt as though the pills I had taken were kicking in sooner than expected. I stepped closer to my husband and stood in front of him, my heart thundering as my trembling hands cupped his handsome face. His gray eyes locked on mine as I opened my mouth. “Farrell! Tell me this is a joke. You can’t be married to me and talk about another mate. This has to be a lie, right?” His expression darkened into a frown as he removed my hands from his face. “This is no joke, Delilah. She is my mate. I feel the mate bond, and I can smell her intoxicating scent.” He shoved me aside, and I
Maxwell I had been attending meetings non-stop since morning, and they had drained every ounce of my energy. I left Milton yesterday after a long journey. As soon as my jet landed, my Beta, Cross, who is also my closest friend, informed me that I had five meetings to attend. Now, it’s almost eleven at night, and this last meeting is still dragging on. I might not even make it back to my pack tonight. I raised my hand, signaling to Vale, my PA. He approached swiftly. “Yes, my king?” “Book me a presidential suite. I won’t make it to the pack tonight.” “Yes, my king. I’ll handle it right away.” He scurried out, disappearing through the door. The meeting continued, but I had already lost interest. This last session involved me and other Alphas from the surrounding zones. They had been at each other’s throats since the moment the meeting began. I could have left and let them sort out their mess, but as the King ruling over these territories, it was my duty to mediate.
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