All Chapters of I Got You - Coastal Wolves Series: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

As the day of the Full Moon Festival approached, Delia had successfully evaded a confrontation with Rafe, mainly by hiding in her new room at the mansion for the past two days. Rafe had come by occasionally, trying to coax her into letting him in but she iced him out. As long as he was still going with Natasha, she had nothing to say to him. She remained steadfast in her decision, refusing to engage with him despite his persistent attempts. The only visitor she allowed was Ethan. Delia had confided to him about the entire situation and while Ethan had been disappointed by Rafe’s actions, a part of him understood his reasoning behind it. Delia, however, had not been able to tell Ethan she was going to the festival.... with Nate! She knew that everyone assumed she would just avoid the event based on how she felt about the entire situation. On the day of the festival, she sat quietly by her window, her gaze fixated on the breathtaking sight of the sun sinking into the vast expan

As Rafe and Natasha took the stage, Delia remained transfixed in her spot, unable to tear her gaze away. Rafe still wore the same suit he had on earlier that evening, with the burgundy tie that somehow perfectly matched Natasha’s dress. It was a subtle yet unmistakable announcement of their supposed couplehood, conveyed through coordinated attire. Delia had anticipated attending the event and showing Rafe what he was missing, but the pang of hurt she felt seeing them together caught her off guard. It was one thing to intellectually prepare for the situation, but witnessing it unfold before her eyes stirred up a tumult of emotions she wasn’t prepared for. As if sensing her presence, Rafe looked up and caught her eyes, momentarily surprised to see her here standing with Aria and Ethan. He could see the hurt in her eyes and swallowed the guilt he felt inwardly. He wished she weren’t here to cause herself this pain. Despite everything, his heart yearned for her, and seeing her here

Rafe stood there, his chest heaving with emotions he struggled to contain. The night air was heavy with tension, his senses heightened by the lingering scent of Delia. Nate glared at Rafe, then he turned around and stomped off in the opposite direction, back towards the festivities. Rafe clenched his fists, the urge to shift still simmering beneath his skin, but he held onto the last shreds of his human control. Nate's words echoed in his mind. "I know what you are, Rafe." It was a revelation that struck deep, shaking the very foundation of Rafe's world. How could Nate know? And what did he intend to do with that knowledge? These questions gnawed at him, but now wasn't the time to dwell on them. Delia had asked for space, and despite every fiber of his being urging him to go after her, he knew he had to respect her wishes. Alex’s voice broke through his thoughts. "Rafe," he said quietly, his expression a mix of concern. "Let's talk." Rafe turned to where Alex a

After Aria left, Delia and Ethan had a few more drinks together whilst talking about the events of the night. Delia let out a tipsy laugh, nearly spilling what was left of her champagne. “I mean, who does Rafe think he is? Storming into that garden like some… like some overgrown wolf with a jealousy problem!” Ethan stayed quiet, his expression neutral, though there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he watched Delia rant. “And Natasha?” Delia continued, her voice louder than she realized. “What even is her deal? Parading around like some… like some cheap knockoff of a Bond villain!” Ethan raised an eyebrow. “A Bond villain?” he asked, unable to hide his grin. “Yes!” Delia declared, wobbling slightly as she pointed dramatically towards the party. “She has that whole ‘I’m better than everyone else’ aura, like she’s about to reveal some secret evil plan. Ugh, I really don’t like her and not because is supposedly engaged to Rafe.” Ethan chuckled softly, ca

As Rafe’s lips pressed against hers, Delia gasped softly, her hands threading into his damp hair. “Rafe…” she whispered breaking off, her voice trembling with a mix of emotions she couldn’t yet name. He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against her. “I’ve missed you, Delia,” he said, his voice husky, filled with raw honesty. “I’ve missed every part of you.” Her heart raced, each beat echoing in her ears. “Rafe,” she whispered, as she reached up to cradle his cheek. Her eyes locked with his, brimming with unspoken longing. “I’ve missed you too—so much.” Before the words could fully settle between them, their lips met again, this time with a fevered urgency. The kiss deepened, filled with the raw passion as their bodies were drawn together as though nothing else in the world existed. Rafe pressed Delia firmly against the cool bathroom wall, her back arching as the contrast of heat and cold sent shivers through her. A soft moan slipped from her lips. Rafe’s lips moved down