Semua Bab DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Delilah I was caught off guard. I wasn’t expecting him to make this move. The moment Farrell’s lips touched mine, I felt a spark, an electric jolt that coursed through my veins and left me breathless. His lips were warm and firm, igniting something deep inside me. I almost totally surrendered to him. The way his hands moved over my body sent waves of sensation rippling through me, awakening a hunger I thought had long been buried for him. I craved more of his touch, more of this moment that felt so forbidden yet so not familiar. When I opened my mouth, welcoming his tongue, the kiss deepened. Our tongues tangled in a passionate dance, and for a moment, I was lost…lost in him, in the memory of what we once had. Yet, was different. But then, everything changed. Suddenly, I was no longer in the room. I found myself standing in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by seven women. Their faces were indistinct, yet there was something ethereal about them, their glowing forms shimmering like

Maxwell The early morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window of my bedroom, casting a golden glow across the room. I opened my eyes to the soft warmth, the world still quiet, still untouched. Beside me, Delilah snuggled deeper into my chest, her breathing steady and peaceful. I stayed still for a moment, savoring the weight of her against me. Yesterday training had been chaotic, filled with uncertainties, but at this moment, she was here. Safe. Mine. The screen of my phone lit up as I reached for it. 7:00 AM. Delilah’s training with the Gamma was in an hour. I hesitated. She needed rest. The previous day had been exhausting, and I knew she had pushed herself beyond her limits. Carefully, I shifted her head onto the pillow, making sure not to wake her. She murmured something incoherent but didn’t stir. A faint smile tugged at my lips before I slipped out from under the covers. The bathroom was cool, the steam from the shower curling around me as I let the water wash

SOMEWHERE IN A CAVE, IN THE WILD FOREST OF BOMADA "Sandra, there’s only one way you can win against her." The witch of the Blue Moon Pack whispered, her voice carrying a chilling certainty. Sandra frowned, her arms crossed. "What do you mean? I don't understand. Delilah is just a powerless human. I could crush her in seconds." Her confidence was unshaken. The witch narrowed her eyes, arching a brow as a dark chuckle slipped from her lips. "No, you’re wrong. She is far stronger than you think. Listen to me, Sandra, heed my warning." Her voice dropped lower, laced with an eerie urgency. "There’s something about her… Powerful forces surround her." Sandra scoffed, unwilling to believe it. She knew Delilah better than anyone. They had been friends since college, if there was anything extraordinary about her, Sandra would have known. The witch was mistaken. She waved off the warning like a bothersome insect. All that mattered was defeating Delilah in a way that wouldn’t raise suspicio

Delilah Then, just as I was about to surrender to the void, a whisper echoed in my mind, faint, urgent, and achingly familiar. “Not yet.” A surge of power pulsed through me, jolting me awake. But this wasn’t my world. It was another realm entirely. The seven women I had seen before were there again, just like the time I was with Farrell. This time, however, they turned to me, their expressions softening as they welcomed me. I felt fear clawing at my chest. One thing was certain: I might as well be dead now. Suddenly, a shining figure appeared from nowhere, joining us. The light radiating from them was so intense that I couldn’t make out their features, but something about their presence felt feminine. As the figure approached, I shut my eyes tightly, unable to bear the brilliance. But then, her voice washed over me, calm and reassuring. “Do not be afraid. Accept the fate I have chosen for you, Delilah. Only then will you understand your true purpose and identity. Now, open yo

Farrell The pain I’ve endured is beyond words. Ever since I discovered that she was my mate, my soul has been in turmoil. The ache of her absence has been a constant torment, a gnawing emptiness that refuses to fade. And yet, she is my wife. The irony is cruel, a twist of fate that mocks me every day. How can she be so close, yet feel so far away? How can she be mine, yet not truly mine? But tonight, everything changed. The heavens opened, and the rain poured down in sheets, as if the skies themselves were weeping for us. It was in this storm that I finally found her, truly found her. The moment our lips met, it was as if the world ceased to exist. There was only her, only us. I kissed her hungrily, desperately, pouring every ounce of the longing, the pain, and the love I had carried for so long into that kiss. And she kissed me back with the same fervor, the same need. She wanted me, just as I had always wanted her. The rain soaked through our clothes, clinging to our skin, but n