I Got You - Coastal Wolves Series

I Got You - Coastal Wolves Series

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****** “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?

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Chapter 1

The Island Escape

The 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.

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The Island Escape
The 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. Unw
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The Yellow Villa
As Alpha Raphael Donovan, known as Rafe to his closest friends, sat in his office overlooking the sprawling grounds of his mansion, a sense of restlessness gnawed at him. Papers lay scattered across his desk, detailing the various affairs of his pack and Rafe tried to focus on them as he ran his fingers through his thick jet black hair. But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was different today. His wolf paced restlessly within him, urging him to seek out the source of their unease. Rafe stood from his desk and stretched to his full height of almost seven feet, his cold silver eyes, scanning the mountain of paperwork. As the leader of the Nightclaw Pack, one of the three largest packs in the area and a member of the Coastal Wolves Alliance, he bore the weight of responsibility on his broad shoulders, ensuring the safety and prosperity of his people amidst the ever-shifting tides of the supernatural world. The Nightclaw Pack’s territory encompassed almost the entire island
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The Morning Revelation
It was half-past eight in the morning when Delia started to rouse from her sleep, gently stirring into consciousness. With a languid stretch, she finally woke herself from the sleepy haze and padded her way into the bathroom to get ready for the day. She opted to use the partially walled outdoor shower that offered the expansive view of the bay. As the warm water flowed over and rinsed her tanned skin, Delia closed her eyes and relished the feeling. The morning sun painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, casting a radiant glow over the bay below. A distant sound of bustling morning activities coupled with roosters crowing echoed through the bay. With a contented sigh, Delia came out of the shower, her skin tingling with the freshness of the morning air. She quickly donned a mint green cotton dress adorned with delicate pink roses. She swiftly blow dried her long black hair and applied a touch of minimal makeup that completed her look, leaving her feeling effortlessly chic and r
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The Town Trip
Delia spotted Marcus leaning against the sleek black SUV, engrossed in his phone. As she approached, he straightened up, giving her a curt nod of acknowledgment. "Good morning," he greeted in a low rumble before opening the door for her. Delia couldn't help but notice the contrast in size between herself and the men of this island; Marcus, though tall and well built, still seemed smaller compared to Rafe's commanding stature. She chuckled inwardly, feeling like a garden gnome amidst these towering giants. As Delia settled into the passenger seat, she studied Marcus’ profile. His buzz cut and tattoos peeking from under his shirt gave him a dangerous vibe but he had kind brown eyes, which contrasted against his appearance. Breaking into her chain of thoughts Marcus asked, “Where to, Ms. Scott?" His voice gruff but respectful. "You may call me Delia, Marcus," she replied, prompting a grunt of approval from him. Delia requested they head to a phone store, and they set off down the wi
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The Possessive Alpha
As Rafe hung up the phone with Marcus, he was satisfied knowing where Delia was and what she was doing. Marcus was instructed to provide a report of her whereabouts every hour. His encounter with her earlier that morning had been a tantalizing experience that tested his self control to its limit. When she had opened the front door, her expression a mix of awe and surprise, Rafe couldn't help but marvel at the beauty that greeted him. He was entranced by Delia's mesmerizing green eyes, like emeralds sparkling in the sunlight, and the way her long black hair fell in soft waves, framing her heart-shaped face. Her delicate, straight nose and the slight curve of her plump pink lips were irresistible. He found himself imagining what they might taste like. When he was hit with her alluring scent of fresh mountain snow, his mind screamed “MATE”. After all these years, he could scarcely fathom that his fated had literally found her way to him, to his island and into his property. Alt
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The Undercurrents
As the winding road stretched out before them, Rafe’s knuckles whitened against the firm grip of the steering wheel. Each curve, each twist, seemed to mirror the tension coiled within him. Ethan, seated beside him, mirrored his unease, his gaze flitting between the passing scenery and Rafe’s rigid profile. Ping! Rafe’s phone chimed with an incoming message, breaking the heavy silence. “Check that,” Rafe instructed, his voice tight. Ethan glanced at the screen, his eyes scanning the message quickly. “It’s Marcus. He found her. She was at a cafe.” A collective sigh filled the air and Rafe’s foot eased off the accelerator, the car slowing down as they drew nearer to town. Once they reached their destination, Rafe parked the Defender and both him and Ethan set about locating Delia and Marcus. “There,” Ethan pointed ahead, his voice strained with anticipation. “I see them.” Rafe’s gaze followed Ethan’s outstretched finger, locking onto the figures of Marcus and Delia. With a nod o
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The Night of the Bonfire
As Ethan led Rafe and Delia through the sandy terrain, the crackling warmth of the bonfire welcomed them. The flames danced in the night, casting an enchanting glow over the gathering. People were scattered around the fire, some seated on logs while others stood, their faces illuminated by the flickering light. Delia's was in awe as she took in the scene before her. There were some people venturing into the water for an evening swim, their laughter mingling with the sound of the waves. Nearby, a makeshift tiki bar served up a colorful array of island cocktails, the clinking of glasses and lively chatter adding to the festive atmosphere. Seeing Delia flanked by Rafe and Ethan, she garnered curious glances from people around her. They nodded respectfully to Rafe and Ethan and their gazes lingered on Delia with a mixture of intrigue and speculation. Ethan led them to a trio of individuals, Delia's gaze flickered between Marcus and the two unfamiliar faces. One was a beautiful woman
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The Primal Kiss
As Rafe’s lips met Delia’s, time seemed to stand still. The sensation of his touch was electric, eliciting an unbidden moan from deep within her. She could feel the warmth of his breadth mingling with hers, creating an intimate connection that ignited her body on fire. She thought he smelled like the ocean after a storm, a fresh and invigorating sent that stirred something deep within her soul. Rafe deepened the kiss, melding his lips with hers, relishing in the taste and scent of his mate - fresh mountain snow, crisp and clean, with a hint of something sweet and alluring underneath. Their lips moved together in perfect harmony and he explored every contour of her mouth, leaving her breathless and yearning for more. Rafe's hands slowly trailed down Delia's back, drawing her closer, while Delia's fingers tangled in Rafe's thick dark hair, tugging lightly. They lost themselves in the heat of their passion, their bodies entwined, the world fading away until there was only the
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The Delta’s Secrets
Delia slept through most of the next morning, tired from the events of the previous night. As the clock ticked past 11 am, she remained nestled under the covers, oblivious to the time. However, her peaceful sleep was abruptly interrupted when she heard the door bell ring. She tried to ignore it and go back to sleep but the person on the other side was persistent. Grumbling in annoyance, Delia stumbled out of bed, her disheveled black hair falling in wild waves around her face. With an exasperated huff, she made her way to the front door. Swinging it open, she was fully prepared to deliver an earful to the unwelcome visitor, but her annoyance melted away as she laid eyes on Aria standing on the other side, a warm smile gracing her features and holding up a cup of coffee and a bag of croissants. “Good morning, sunshine!" Aria greeted cheerfully. "You were still in bed? Are you okay? I thought we were spending the day together..." Del
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The Yellow Convertible
As they made their way back to the to villa, with Aria behind the wheel, the scenery blurred past them. Delia's thoughts were consumed by Rafe once again. After his abrupt departure last night, she wanted to avoid the awkwardness of meeting him for as long as she could. Why did she let him affect her like that! She sighed involuntarily. Aria’s BMW drove past a used car shop and Delia sat up straight, her green eyes lighting up. "Aria, pull over!" she exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement. Aria glanced at her new friend, a mixture of surprise and amusement crossing her features. "Are you serious?" she asked, her tone laced with incredulity. Delia nodded eagerly, “Yes, let's go buy me a car!" she exclaimed, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Aria hesitated for a moment, knowing very well the trouble they would face with Rafe. But as she looked at Delia, her resolve solidified. If anyone could challenge her brother's authority, it was Delia, and Aria was ready to support
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