Semua Bab DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Farrell The moment we welcomed the Lycan warriors sent by King Maxwell, Raymond and I left the borders of our Pack. Their arrival brought some comfort. For the first time in weeks, I believed my people would sleep safely tonight. But even with that peace, my heart still felt heavy. I couldn’t shake the strange feeling gnawing at my chest. Was it because of what Sandra said? Or… was it something deeper? I kept asking myself the same questions again and again. Could Sandra be right? Was Delilah hiding something? If she was truly a fake, as Sandra claimed, why does every part of me still crave her so much? Why does my heart still beat for her? It wasn’t just longing. It was something fierce, burning through my chest, day and night. I missed her…her smile, her voice, her touch. Every second without her felt like I was missing a piece of myself. I needed to bring her back. Fake or not, she was still my wife. Legally. Spiritually. Emotionally. She hadn’t divorced me. And I would

Maxwell "Your Majesty, you haven't said a word in over thirty minutes since you arrived. Is something wrong?" Alpha Farrell’s voice broke through my thoughts for what felt like the hundredth time. Still, I had nothing to say. The truth was, I did have a problem. A big one. The Moon Goddess had cursed me with a mate…a woman who was also bonded to another man. If I merely liked Delilah before, now I loved her with every fiber of my being. And if I loved her before, I was completely and utterly lost in her now. Her charm was my undoing. She was supposed to be mine and mine alone, yet here I was, forced to share the one woman meant for me. I left the palace today with only one intention: to meet the man fate had cruelly chosen to share my mate. A part of me wanted to reveal to him that the woman he called his Luna was a fake, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Call me selfish…I didn’t care. The moment he knew the truth, he would fight for Delilah. And I couldn’t bear the thought o

The Private Healing Room The private healing room of the King of the Magic Kingdom was full of tension. The air was thick with incense smoke, the bitter scent of herbs, and whispers of old magic. Several healers moved quickly around the room, their faces drawn with worry. They had been working without rest ever since the King was brought in…unconscious and barely breathing. King Alexander’s life was hanging by a thread. His mate, the Grand Witch of the palace, stood like a storm in the corner of the room. Her eyes glowed with power and rage as she watched the healers surround the bed where her King lay motionless. “Nothing must happen to him,” she said in a firm, threatening voice. “You hear me? He is your King. Your job is to save him!” Her words cut through the silence like a whip. The healers flinched at her tone but nodded. They didn’t dare speak against her. Instead, they began chanting again…ancient spells of healing passed down for generations. Their palms glowed with en

Maxwell “If you insist that she is your mate, then let us follow our customs and traditions. Let her undergo our basic ritual. You, of all people, know that a weak female cannot be the queen of our pack. If you want everyone to accept her, let her prove she can bear the title.” I locked eyes with Elder Zane as he spoke. He was right, technically. But I knew his words weren’t motivated by tradition…they were rooted in his belief that Delilah would fail. If only he knew what we were truly dealing with. The room buzzed with murmurs as others nodded in agreement. I had no issue with Delilah undergoing the ritual, even though I knew her beast is yet to surface. But after what I witnessed today? Their ignorance was almost laughable. We weren’t dealing with an ordinary Lycan here, but something far more powerful, something even I struggled to comprehend. “Your Majesty.” Rosa stood and bowed respectfully. My gaze flicked to her, then to Cross, who had remained silent throughout the meeti

Farrell “Alpha Farrell, we suppose this gathering is for good?” Elder Elias asked, his tone carrying a hint of concern as he adjusted his seat at the conference table. “Yes, Elder Elias. I only wish to wait for the Gamma to arrive before we proceed,” I replied calmly, and the elders nodded in agreement. I sat at the head of the table, with Sandra seated to my right. My brother, Raymond, sat directly across from me, while the six elders filled the seats along both sides of the table. Maids moved quietly, placing trays of snacks and fruit drinks in front of us. Sandra fidgeted beside me, clearly restless. I hadn’t shared the purpose of this emergency meeting with her, knowing it would upset her. But this wasn’t just about her; it was about the pack. As Alpha, any decision I made inevitably impacted everyone under my care. I had to do this, no matter how difficult it was. The sound of the double doors creaking open pulled my thoughts back to the room. Gamma entered, his expression