Della's POV I'm not my Alpha's fated mate. He met her a year after he chose me to be his mate and Luna, but I am still stuck in our marriage now three years after that. Until today, I began to doubt my choice when my mother-in-law, the lauded Luna Natasha ordered, "Della, you will take the blame
Kylian was too close. I was enveloped in the intoxicating scent of his body, which crept up into my nose. I took a deep breath, I had no choice, feeling it warm my insides like a potent drink. I shook my head, feeling myself nearly drool from the feeling. My heart was beating so fast that I thought
Kylian's POV Did this woman just reject me? "Please, Alpha. Let me walk away." Her hands were balled up into fists, and her body trembled violently. She looked up at me with a look I had seen in the warriors I commanded. For the first time, I took a serious look at her. Though she was lesser in s
Della's POV "I find my fated mate. I don't love you any more, Della." Kylian looked at me with a grimace, each word breaking my heart more than the last. I suddenly opened my eyes and sat up screaming. After a deep breath, my mind hazy and my chest desperate for air, I finally came to. It took an
Jackson let out a sigh of relief seeing me smile. "Alright. Welcome home, Princess Della Campbell." And with that, he left as well. Now that I had some time alone, I threw myself back into bed and checked my phone. The screen showed 20 missed calls and two texts. All from Kylian. I opened the tex
As expected, there was no answer. "You don’t even know what I like to eat. But I’ll have you know that I know exactly what your favorite food is. I know your favorite flower, your favorite color, and everything else about you. But you… You don't even know when my birthday is, do you?" I asked bitte
Kylian's POV "Well, I don’t know. You still haven’t done it yet. What are you so afraid of?" I could hear the edge in Della's voice through the phone. She sounded so def up with me that I couldn’t deny it no matter what excuses I made, and my heart pounded in my chest as the reality set in. If I c
"You’ve sent someone to tidy up my bedroom? I don’t want any Omega’s filthy paws on my bed!" I ordered. "Of course, Alpha. Unfortunately, Miss Della was responsible for the upkeep of your bedrooms well. We’ve had no choice but to pass her duties to a slave in training. As you can probably imagine,