Farrell “Delilah!” I screamed, my chest heaving up and down as I jolted upright. My heart thundered in my ears like war drums. I could feel the panic in every cell of my body. Something’s wrong. Something’s happened to her. I have to find her. I have to save her. But when I looked around me, nothing felt right. The ceiling above me was smooth, white, and unfamiliar. The air smelled clean, too clean. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the soft glow of overhead lights. I was lying on a soft bed in what looked like a private hospital room. A long, thin tube fed oxygen into my nose, and another line connected to the back of my hand, where a needle poked beneath my skin, slowly dripping fluids into my veins. What is this place? How did I get here? I could still feel it…that pull. That unexplainable connection to Delilah. Her voice called out from somewhere deep within me. Her cries haunted my bones. “Cane…” I whispered, calling my wolf. “Are you there?” Nothing. No response
Farrell In the Blue Moon Pack, I was a leader. The Alpha. Strong. Respected. I wasn’t poor, but I had just enough. Of course, King Maxwell had far more, more power, more gold, more land. No one could compare to him. But here, in this strange world, I don’t know who I really am. One thing is clear…I am no longer a werewolf. I am a human man now. And somehow… I am very, very rich. The doctor came in earlier with a smile and said, “Good news. All your tests look fine. You can go home.” My "mother"...Gladys…left a few hours ago to prepare the house for my return. I heard I have a fiancée too. She’s gone abroad for some reason. Not that I care. I don’t feel anything for her. But still… I’m curious. What does she look like? Is she even half as beautiful as my Delilah? No. No one could ever come close to her. Delilah… She is all my heart wants. I miss her touch, her voice, her scent. Even if I don’t have my wolf anymore, I need her. She is my true mate. My light in every world.
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 Throughout the drive, I cried until there were no more tears left, but the sobs wouldn’t stop. The most pressing issue, however, wasn’t the tears but the constant ache in-between my legs. My insides felt like they were on fire. I noticed the driver glancing at me occasionally through the rearview mirror. I knew what that look meant. He was a wolf. He must have caught the scent of my arousal, something Sandra once warned me about. She said that if a wolf is in heat and unmated, she could attract unwanted attention from other male wolves. Trouble. That’s what she called it. I reassured myself that the driver wouldn’t try anything, but the way he kept sneaking glances my way confirmed that he could smell it. When I finally stepped out of the car, the stares began. People looked at me like I was their next meal. I rushed inside the building, my heart pounding. Even the front office staff were wolves, and the way they stared at me sent chills down my spine. After confirming
Maxwell How I found myself at her door was still a mystery to me. I couldn’t explain it. I could feel her, our mate bond was so strong that I couldn’t control myself. Even though she was far away, I could still feel her pain. But why didn’t she feel it? It seemed like her thoughts and mind were elsewhere. Yet, she clearly needed help. Her actions and desires didn’t match her appearance. Three things stood out to me. First, she longed to be with someone, even though she was still untouched. Second, she was in deep pain, someone had hurt her badly. Third, she didn’t care who I was. She treated me like I was just a fleeting stranger. When she cried, I felt it. It hurt so much I could hardly bear it. I wanted to take all her pain away. This feeling was different, unlike anything I had experienced before. Last night, I had to block Zion out. He wanted her too. He was so frustrated he nagged at me. But whatever happened wasn’t entirely my fault, Zion was to blame. What I didn’t un
Maxwell She looks bewildered, stunned I should say. I don't know who she is but something tells me that she was really shocked. “Delilah?” the woman muttered under her breath, but I caught the name. So, her name is Delilah. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” she said nervously. “Your servant, Delilah, is not in a condition to meet you right now.” “What happened to her?” I cut in sharply, my Alpha tone slipping through. My patient was running thin. Her eyes widened, and her body tensed. Fear rippled off her in waves. I took a steadying breath, realizing I needed to calm down. Scaring her wouldn’t help. “I… I don’t know,” she stammered. “I was about to call a doctor. She came in this morning, sobbing, and then, a little while ago, her body changed. She….she passed out.” “What?” My heart clenched. My heart burned as I digested her words. “Take me to her this instant.” She flinched but quickly turned to lead the way. I followed closely behind her, my worry growing stronger with every ste
Farrell In the Blue Moon Pack, I was a leader. The Alpha. Strong. Respected. I wasn’t poor, but I had just enough. Of course, King Maxwell had far more, more power, more gold, more land. No one could compare to him. But here, in this strange world, I don’t know who I really am. One thing is clear…I am no longer a werewolf. I am a human man now. And somehow… I am very, very rich. The doctor came in earlier with a smile and said, “Good news. All your tests look fine. You can go home.” My "mother"...Gladys…left a few hours ago to prepare the house for my return. I heard I have a fiancée too. She’s gone abroad for some reason. Not that I care. I don’t feel anything for her. But still… I’m curious. What does she look like? Is she even half as beautiful as my Delilah? No. No one could ever come close to her. Delilah… She is all my heart wants. I miss her touch, her voice, her scent. Even if I don’t have my wolf anymore, I need her. She is my true mate. My light in every world.
Farrell “Delilah!” I screamed, my chest heaving up and down as I jolted upright. My heart thundered in my ears like war drums. I could feel the panic in every cell of my body. Something’s wrong. Something’s happened to her. I have to find her. I have to save her. But when I looked around me, nothing felt right. The ceiling above me was smooth, white, and unfamiliar. The air smelled clean, too clean. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the soft glow of overhead lights. I was lying on a soft bed in what looked like a private hospital room. A long, thin tube fed oxygen into my nose, and another line connected to the back of my hand, where a needle poked beneath my skin, slowly dripping fluids into my veins. What is this place? How did I get here? I could still feel it…that pull. That unexplainable connection to Delilah. Her voice called out from somewhere deep within me. Her cries haunted my bones. “Cane…” I whispered, calling my wolf. “Are you there?” Nothing. No response
The moment the maid announced the return of the pups, it felt like the entire kingdom had just taken a collective breath after drowning in silence. Her words echoed through the royal court like a miracle, a long-awaited answer to the unanswered prayers of every loyal subject. It was as if the missing piece of an ancient puzzle had just been found, and suddenly, the broken heart of the kingdom began to beat again. In an instant, the once solemn court exploded into life. Chaos, yes, but the joyous kind. Elders scrambled out of their seats, Alphas rushed to the exits, advisors whispered in disbelief. Some took the elevators, impatiently jamming the buttons. Others dashed up the wide marble staircases, their footsteps clattering like drums of war, but this time, drums announcing life, not death. Their only mission: to lay eyes on the Lycan heirs. To confirm the impossible. It felt like the entire palace had transformed into an amusement park of confusion and relief. The marble floors,
“What do you mean the children are missing?” Rosa screamed, her voice sharp with disbelief as she shot a burning glare at the two young women trembling before her. Tiara swallowed hard. Her eyes were red and swollen from hours of endless crying. Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with fear. “We…we don’t know, Head Healer. They were there... and then they were not.” Torah sobbed louder, mucus covering her face from her intense weeping. She clutched the edge of the crib as if trying to hold on to sanity. Rosa's heart pounded in her chest. She paced the nursery, her eyes scanning every corner of the room that once echoed with the laughter of pups. Now, silence had taken over, a silence thick with dread. It made no sense. How could two young Lycans disappear without a trace from the most secure part of the palace? She turned sharply. “This cannot be real,” she muttered, her thoughts spiraling. Could it be magic? Could someone from inside the palace have betrayed them? Stoppin
Maxwell The sky was gray and heavy, weighed down with thick clouds that looked ready to break at any moment. The wind howled softly through the tall trees, and the scent of rain mixed with ash filled my lungs. I stood motionless, surrounded by my guards. Cross was near, his gaze watching me closely. I could hear footsteps approaching from behind. I turned my head slightly and saw Rosa hurrying toward me, her dress soaked in rain and clinging to her skin. The two Elders followed her, their faces pale, their eyes red from crying. I didn’t need to ask. I didn’t need them to say a word. I already knew. She was gone. Delilah. My mate. My Queen. My soul. My chest felt hollow, like someone had carved a hole into my heart and ripped out everything good inside me. My mind screamed with denial, but my soul was already mourning. I couldn’t hear anything except the sound of my own heartbeat…and even that felt like it was fading. I had failed her. I was the King. The Alpha of Alphas. The
Maxwell I don’t know what came over me. I woke up this morning feeling warm, like Delilah’s touch still lingered on my skin. The memories of our closeness last night played in my mind. I smiled, reaching for her, but she wasn’t there. The bed was cold beside me. I sat up slowly. I knew she had an early meeting with the witches, but a part of me still hoped she’d be there, just for a while longer. The room was dim, lit only by the soft, golden light Delilah had created for our kingdom. Ever since the darkness covered our skies, her light was all we had. It made me feel proud and helpless at the same time…proud of her strength, and helpless because I couldn’t protect her from the burden she carried. A notification sound snapped me out of my thoughts. My phone lit up on the nightstand. The message wasn’t even for me, it was meant for Delilah. My heart skipped when I read it: “Luna, Elder Kade is on his way to bring back our Alpha pups as we have agreed. I hope the King will unde
Delilah The moment Elder Kade appeared before me, I was surprised. I hadn’t been told of any visit from the elders. “Elder Kade,” I said calmly. “What a surprise visit. I wasn’t told you were coming.” He bowed slightly, but his eyes were restless. “Good morning, my Queen and Luna. Forgive me for showing up unannounced, but the matter I bring is urgent. The Council of Elders of Shadow Claws Pack has summoned you. It’s important.” I watched him closely. His words were smooth, but I could feel something off. He was hiding something…I could sense it in the energy around him, in the way his eyes avoided mine for too long. I looked at the time. There was no way I could delay my meeting with the witches, not even for a council summon. “I’m sorry, Elder,” I said, firm but respectful. “Whatever this is, it can wait. I have an emergency meeting right now.” As I moved to walk past him, he did something shocking…he grabbed my arm. The moment his hand touched my glowing skin, a blinding
Delilah I woke up this morning and nothing had changed…at least, not on the outside. My skin still glowed with that strange, warm light. It shimmered faintly, like sunlight caught in a silk veil. I should be afraid of it, maybe even panic. But I wasn’t. The voices in my head had already assured me…the moment is near. I looked beside me. Maxwell was still sleeping, his arm stretched across the empty space I had once filled. My heart softened. He looked so peaceful, so calm, so unlike the strong, commanding King everyone else sees. I always wondered how he carried so much weight…our people, our kingdom, our world, and yet somehow, he never crumbled. Leaning in, I kissed the top of his head. He murmured something in his sleep, but didn’t stir. I smiled to myself before quietly slipping out of bed. I had a crucial meeting today with the seven witches. They were already in the kingdom, waiting for me. Time was ticking. The natural light of our world…the source of balance and life…had
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