****** “Do I truly have no effect on you, Delia?” Rafe’s voice was low and husky as he slowly drew her into his embrace. His fingers trailed down the curve of her spine, igniting a spark that sent a shiver racing through her body. As she sucked in her breath, unable to tear her gaze away from him, he leaned in closer, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. “Does this not feel good?” he murmured, his warm breath fanning her damp skin. Delia remained silent, unable to form a coherent response as he trailed his mouth to hers, slowly capturing her lips in a searing kiss. ******* Delia Scott is seeking refuge from her troubled past on the tranquil shores of St. John, unaware that the moment she steps foot on the island, her fate is sealed. She is the destined mate of Raphael “Rafe” Donovan—the enigmatic and formidable Alpha of the Nightclaw Pack, one of the largest Coastal Wolves Pack. Rafe, rules with an iron fist and works tirelessly to maintain the delicate balance between the humans and werewolves that reside in St. John. After years of believing his fated mate was nothing more than a lost dream, Delia’s arrival changes everything. And now that he’s found her, he will stop at nothing to keep her by his side. As their destinies collide, Rafe and Delia find themselves ensnared in a tempest of desire and longing, each grappling with the depths of their emotions. But beneath the sun-drenched paradise, a sinister threat looms, waiting to tear them apart. And when a third player enters the game, questions arise—Is Delia truly meant for Rafe, or was she never his to claim?
View MoreThe ferry cut through the crystal-clear waters, its sleek hull slicing through the gentle waves with ease. As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the island of St. John, a sense of anticipation filled the air.
Among the handful of passengers stood Delia, a 23 year old woman with long black hair dancing in the wind, her emerald green eyes filled with hope for the future, her heart heavy with the weight of her past. The journey to St. John had been long and arduous. Delia had boarded planes and boats, traversing vast distances with a single purpose in mind: to find refuge on the tranquil shores of this small island. With each passing moment, the island drew closer, its lush greenery and pristine beaches beckoning to her. Gripping the railing tightly, her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. This island wasn’t just an escape—it was an opportunity to flee from the shadows that had unexpectedly returned to haunt her once again. Unwelcome memories flooded her mind, threatening to engulf her in their dark embrace. She had endured violence, loss, and betrayal, emerging from the darkness stronger and more resilient than ever. That chapter of her life felt like a distant nightmare, one she had fought hard to overcome. But when her past had resurfaced in Washington DC, disrupting the semblance of normalcy she had fought so hard to build, she knew she had to flee again. She decided to leave everything and everyone she held dear, including her best friend Riley and her job at the real estate investment firm. Despite her boss’s disappointment at losing a valuable employee, Delia remained steadfast in her resolve. She couldn’t allow “him” to find her again, couldn’t bear the thought of being dragged back into a life she had worked so hard to leave. Why was he still looking for her? She had left the cold desolate life when she turned 18 and now five years later, his cronies were still trying to sniff her out. She made a few quick phone calls to her contacts in the real estate industry and was able to secure a seemingly beautiful villa in an obscure underrated island. As the ferry docked and Delia stepped onto the wooden pier, a warm breeze welcomed her arrival, carrying with it the scent of salt and hope?!? A man approached her, his sandy blonde hair ruffled by the wind, his easy smile disarming. Towering over six feet tall, he was boyishly handsome, his light grey linen suit accentuating his muscular form. Delia couldn’t help but wish her white blouse wasn’t as rumpled, and she hadn’t been traveling for over 48 hours. "You must be Delia," he said, extending a hand. "I'm Ethan, an associate of Mr. Donovan, the landlord of your rental villa." Delia nodded, her green eyes narrowing slightly as she took in his appearance. “Yes, that's me. How did you know?” Ethan quirked a brow and said, “We don’t get many outsiders here. It's nice to meet you, Delia.” Together, they walked along the dock, the sound of seagulls overhead and the gentle lap of waves against the shore. As they reached the end of the dock, a sleek black SUV awaited them, the driver holding open the door with a polite nod. “Your chariot awaits, milady," Ethan said with a grin, gesturing for her to climb inside. Delia couldn't help but smile at his theatrics, showcasing her deep dimples on either side of her cheeks. They drove through the winding streets of St. John, passing quaint shops and colorful houses. Delia felt a sense of calm wash over her. Maybe, just maybe, this island could be her salvation, a place where she could finally find peace and happiness for good. ******* It was almost dark by the time the black SUV pulled up to a small villa perched atop a hill overlooking the spectacular Azure Bay. The driver, Marcus took Delia’s luggage inside as she thanked him. The ferry had arrived at Cruise Bay, which was on the other side of the island and it took them about 45 minutes through the winding roads to get to her new residence. Delia was so tired that she had accidentally fallen asleep on Ethan’s shoulder during the car ride and woke up slightly embarrassed to Ethan gently shaking her awake. “Don’t worry, you didn’t drool on me”, he said with a playful humor. Delia rolled her eyes at him, knowing she was going to like Ethan. They got out of the car and walked towards the villa that was painted a cheerful shade of yellow and surround by tropical foliage. It exuded a sense of warmth and tranquility. The interior was a symphony of light and color, designed to complement the natural beauty of its surroundings. The open living area with large windows was furnished with a plush couch and armchairs adorned with brightly patterned cushions that echoed the colors of the tropical paradise. The kitchen was a chef’s dream, outfitted with state-of-the-art appliances and sleek quartz countertop. A coffee table crafted from reclaimed driftwood stood at the center of the room, its weathered surface adding a touch of rustic charm. In one corner of the room, a cozy reading nook beckoned with a collection of books nestled on a wooden bookshelf. Delia couldn’t resist running her fingers over the spines, marveling at the eclectic mix of titles that ranged from classic literature to contemporary bestsellers. As she explored further, Delia discovered a hallway leading to the bedroom, which was a sanctuary unto itself, decorated in soothing colors and furnished with a sumptuous bed with crisp white linens. Delia stepped out on the expansive veranda, her gaze drawn to the breathtaking panorama. Her eyes widened in awe as she took in the stunning view of the bay below, the shimmering water dotted by a number of boats. Beyond the bay, several smaller islands were scattered in the horizon, their emerald-green peaks rising majestically from the ocean. She had never seen anything more beautiful! "Welcome to your new home," Ethan said, a smile playing on his lips as he watched her exploring the villa. "I hope you'll find it to your liking. You must have important connections to have landed this place.” Delia nodded, "It's beautiful," she murmured, her gaze lingering on the private swimming pool next to the veranda. "I can only imagine how spectacular the sunrises must be from here." Ethan chuckled. "You'll have to see for yourself. They're truly breathtaking." He added, “By the way, I’ve taken the liberty to stock the fridge with some basic groceries to get you started.” "Thank you, Ethan," Delia said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "You've been so kind." "It's my pleasure," Ethan replied with a warm smile. "Is there anything else I can assist you with?" Delia hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Actually, would you mind taking me to a car rental place tomorrow? I want to get a car to get around the island." "Of course," Ethan said, nodding. "Consider it done. I’ll pick you up at 9 am." He paused, studying Delia for a moment, taking in her petite form and the quiet confidence she carried herself with. Her delicate features were highlighted by sudden dimples when she smiled, making her one of the most beautiful women he’d ever laid eyes on. But there was something about her that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, a sense that she might not be entirely who she claims to be. Nevertheless, he felt a strong connection to her and an instinctual urge to protect her at all costs. “Would you like to go get some dinner before settling in to unpack? There's a nice restaurant not too far from here." Ethan suggested. Delia shook her head, with a faint smile. "Thank you, but I think I'll pass. I just want to get settled in and unpacked." "Understood," Ethan said. "Well, if you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask. Here’s my card. Have a good evening." With a polite nod, Ethan took his leave, leaving Delia alone in the villa. She stood in the doorway of the veranda, watching the last rays of sunlight fade into the horizon. This island, with its stunning vistas and warm hospitality, already felt like home. And as she gazed out at the bay, she knew that she had made the right decision in coming here. She always wanted to live an island life, she always had yearned to be under the tropical sun and this was her ultimate chance! Delia wasted no time in locating her suitcase and rummaging through it to find her bathing suit. She pulled out a white one-piece halter with a plunging neckline, a favorite of hers. With a smile on her face, she quickly changed and made her way to the pool, eager to take a dip and unwind after the long journey. ******* The cool water enveloped her as she eased herself into the pool, a sense of relaxation washing over her with each stroke. Delia closed her eyes and leaned back against the edge of the pool, basking in the warmth of the tropical evening. As she floated lazily on her back, her gaze drifted to the house next door — actually a huge mansion perched up higher on the hill overlooking the entire bay. Delia couldn't help but wonder who lived there. Curiosity piqued, she swam closer to the edge of the pool, craning her neck to get a better view. Lights glowed softly from within, contrasting against the darkening sky. Delia couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this house than met the eye. After leisurely swimming for about an hour, she finally emerged from the pool, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. With a contented sigh, she made her way back inside. She ventured into the bedroom and then towards the en-suite, which she had yet to explore, discovering both an indoor and outdoor shower—a pleasant surprise that brought a smile to her face. She opted for the indoor shower and wasted no time in peeling off her bathing suit and stepping into the warm cascade of water. A citrusy scent of shampoo filled the air as Delia lathered up her hair, soothing her scalp and leaving her feeling refreshed. After she got out of the shower, she quickly dried her long dark tresses and fished out a pair of pajamas from her luggage. Dressed in blush pink pajama shorts and a matching loose-fitting camisole, Delia made her way into the kitchen, her stomach growling with hunger. She opened the fridge and found it stocked with an array of ingredients, perfect for making a sandwich. Satisfied with her meal, she piled her long black hair into a high bun and set about tackling the daunting task of unpacking her large suitcases. It was almost past midnight by the time Delia finally finished, her body weary but her spirits buoyed by the sense of accomplishment. She crawled into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin and curling into a comfortable position. Just before she drifted off to sleep, a haunting sound pierced the silence of the night—it sounded like wolf's howl echoing not too far away. Delia's eyes widened in surprise but her body’s exhaustion won over and she succumbed into a dreamless slumber.As Alex pulled the Jeep to a stop near the ferry dock, a strange sensation rippled through him. His wolf, which had been restless and tense ever since the attack, suddenly went deathly still—What the hell? He looked across on the pier to see a lone figure sitting on the bench. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, taking a slow breath to steady himself. Behind him, he heard the hum of Aria’s BMW pulling in, but his focus remained on the lone figure sitting on the bench near the pier. A woman. She stood as she noticed the cars, brushing a strand of long, dark curls behind her ear. The motion was simple, but for some reason, it held his attention. Alex felt something inside him shift, like a force he couldn’t explain pulling him toward her. She was wearing a navy dress that showed off her tanned arms and legs. Her frame was slender yet strong, and her posture carried an air of confidence despite the slight hesitation in her stance. He swallowed hard. Aria was alre
The rhythmic beeping of the monitors filled the quiet hospital room, a steady reassurance that Ethan was still fighting. Aria sat beside his bed, her hands resting on her lap as she watched the slow rise and fall of his chest. The doctors had told her he was recovering well and should gain consciousness any day now, but patience was not something Aria had in abundance at the moment, especially since she was here only for two days. Too many things were happening at once—Rafe’s amnesia, Natasha’s manipulations, Delia’s disappearance. It felt like everything had unraveled so quickly, and she had no idea how to piece it all back together. She sighed, resting her forehead against her palm thinking about her own situation back in St. Vincent, she had yet to confide that to someone here. For a moment, she allowed herself to drift into a daydream, letting the weight of reality slip from her shoulders, if only briefly. Then, the soft creak of the hospital door broke her trance. She loo
Aria stepped into Rafe’s dimly lit bedroom, careful to keep her steps light as she made her way toward his bedside. The room smelled faintly of herbs and antiseptic, a reminder of how weakened her once invincible brother had become. It hurt to see him like this—pale, resting against the pillows with dark circles under his eyes. He had always been the strongest person she knew, the one who had shouldered the weight of the pack, their family, and most importantly, her. Ever since they lost their parents, Rafe had done everything in his power to make sure she never lacked for anything, even when he carried his own burdens in silence. Seeing him vulnerable like this made her chest ache. She pulled a chair close and sat beside him, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. Then, as if sensing her presence, Rafe stirred. His silver eyes fluttered open, slightly unfocused at first, before they found hers. A weak, familiar smile touched his lips. “Hey, kid. Where have you been?
Back in St. John, Rafe sat in the backseat, his head leaning against the window, his body still weak from the effects of the wolfsbane. His sharp silver eyes, though dulled with exhaustion, flickered with an unreadable emotion as he gazed out at the passing scenery. The doctor had ordered complete bed rest for the next week, but Rafe had insisted on returning home as soon as he was stable enough to be moved.Alex sat beside him, tense and silent. Ethan was still in the hospital in critical condition, and Alex’s mind was weighed down with everything that had happened. The pack was in disarray, their Alpha was injured, and the only person who could possibly bring Rafe back to his full strength quickly—Delia—was gone.And now, Rafe didn’t even remember her.Natasha sat on Rafe’s other side, her fingers occasionally brushing against his arm in small, possessive gestures. She had barely left his side since he regained consciousness, playing the role of the devoted fiancée. Alex still did
The first thing Delia became aware of was pain. A deep, burning ache that radiated from her leg, spreading through every inch of her body like molten fire. It was sharp, relentless—a cruel reminder that she was still alive. Every nerve felt raw, every muscle weak, as though she had been trampled underfoot and left for dead. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, blinking rapidly against the dim lighting of the room. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic. A rhythmic beeping filled the otherwise silent space, and it took her a moment to register that it was the sound of a heart monitor. Her heart. She was lying in an unfamiliar bed, strapped up to IV drips and medical monitors, her wrist connected to a heart rate machine that quickened the moment she tried to move. She tried to shift, to sit up, but the moment she moved, agony exploded in her leg. A white-hot pain shot up from the wound, searing through her nerves like lightning. A strangled gasp escaped her lips, her fingers clutchi
Alex turned to Natasha sharply, his patience wearing dangerously thin. His voice came out low, barely contained. “What the hell is going on, Natasha?” His eyes burned with frustration. “Why did you just refer to Delia as some new maid?” Natasha met his glare with an impassive expression, but there was a flicker of something—calculation—behind her striking blue eyes. “Lower your voice, Alex,” she chided, glancing around the hallway as if worried someone might overhear them. “Rafe’s still recovering, and the last thing he needs is unnecessary stress.” Alex stepped closer, his imposing height overshadowing her, but Natasha stood her ground. “Unnecessary stress?” he repeated, incredulous. “Delia is missing! Kidnapped by rogue pirates! And now you’re acting like she doesn’t exist?” Natasha let out a slow breath, as if dealing with a child who didn’t understand reason. “No, Alex. I’m acting like someone who actually cares about this pack’s survival.” Alex’s fingers curled into
Alex stood in his office, staring out the large window, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The moonlight cast long shadows across the pack lands, and everything looked deceptively peaceful. But his mind was anything but at peace. Natasha’s words kept replaying in his head. You need me. The pack needs me. Damn her. A sharp ring shattered the silence, and Alex turned swiftly, his jaw tightening before he reached for his phone. He didn’t recognize the number at first, but as soon as he answered, a familiar, breathless voice came through the line. “Alex?” He exhaled, shoulders easing just slightly. “Aria.” “Thank God I’ve reached you.” Her voice was laced with worry. “Marcus told me what happened, and I just—I couldn’t believe it. Is it true? About the attack? Rafe and Ethan…and Delia missing?” Alex rubbed a hand down his face, the weight of everything settling deeper into his bones. “Yeah, kid,” he said, voice rough. “It’s true. Things are…not great here.” There w
The scent of blood lingered in the air as Alex strode down the hospital corridors, his mind racing. The sterile white walls and the faint beeping of monitors did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside him. Rafe was still unconscious, his body fighting against the potent wolfsbane that had nearly killed him.And now, Delia was gone.Alex gritted his teeth, his hands clenching at his sides as he paced near Rafe’s room.Shortly after bringing Rafe and the injured warriors to the hospital, his head had snapped up at the sudden intrusion of a mind link.Ethan.His voice had been weak, barely a whisper in Alex’s mind.“Rogues… ambushed… Delia… I—”And then nothing.Alex had bolted. He barely had time to gather Marcus and a few other warriors before they rushed out.When they arrived, the scene was worse than he imagined.Ethan lay crumpled on the side of the road, a pool of blood beneath him. His throat had been slashed wide open, his breathing ragged and barely there. His usually strong
Once Simon was back on his battleship with an unconscious Delia in his arms, he moved swiftly through the deck, his boots thudding against the wooden planks. His grip on her was firm but careful, mindful of her injuries.He pushed through the infirmary doors, his voice cutting through the tense air.“Get the doctor. Now.”The nurses jumped into action, one of them sprinting down the corridor while Simon gently laid Delia onto an empty cot. She looked fragile under the harsh medical lights, her skin pale beneath the soot and grime. His jaw clenched. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.Within a minute, the doctor arrived and he wasted no time, kneeling beside Delia and inspecting her wounds.“Her leg is badly injured,” Simon muttered, his voice tight.The doctor worked quickly, his hands moving over Delia’s body with practiced efficiency. After a thorough check, he turned to a nurse. “Put her on oxygen. She’s weakened and has inhale a lot of smoke. If we don’t stabilize her soon
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