Delilah Farrell's voice echoed close to me, rich and soothing, tugging at my consciousness. His familiar scent filled my nostrils, and I could feel the ghost of his touch on my skin. It had to be a dream, I was certain of it. As I called out to him, his sweet, comforting words answered back. My entire body yearned for him. The kisses that landed softly on my face felt so real that, for a fleeting moment, I doubted my reality. Could it be that I wasn’t dreaming? No, it had to be. It was too perfect to be real. “I love you, Farrell,” I murmured, half-lost in my sleep. Even though I couldn’t see him, his presence surrounded me, his scent intoxicating. But why? Why now? The man I thought was mine had been cruelly taken from me by my best friend, no less. And yet, here he was, haunting my dreams while living a reality with her. Then, his voice broke through, startlingly clear. “Forgive me, my love. I didn’t know you were my destined mate.” My eyes snapped open. I blinked, my vision
Maxwell's POV. How is that even possible? She can read my mind? This is unbelievable. What is she? One thing’s for sure…I’m relieved nothing happened between those two. The thought of it made my heart swell with unexpected joy. I had worried over nothing. She doesn’t want him. That much is clear. She could have killed him if I hadn’t stepped in. She despises him. This can only mean one thing: she will reject him in the end. And I will make sure of it. I stormed into my bedroom, discarding my clothes hastily before stepping into the shower. The rush of water calmed my frayed nerves, and once I was dressed and refreshed, I stepped out. My guards greeted me with respectful nods, which I returned absentmindedly. As I entered my office, I reached out to my Gamma, Zod, through the mind-link. His response was immediate. “What’s the situation at the borders?” I asked, my tone firm. “Your Majesty, the borders are secure now,” Zod reported. “But the damages to the Red Moon Pack and the P
Farrell Ever since I returned to the pack, my mind has been a storm, a chaos I can’t silence. What happened today? I felt it, the spark, the bond. And Cane? He felt it too. The way he howled inside me, the way he surged forward… it was too raw, too magical to ignore. But then there was her scent…jasmine, delicate and pure, mingled with a hint of lavender. It was intoxicating, utterly addictive. I could still feel it clinging to my skin, wrapping around me, pulling me closer to insanity. But how? How is this even possible? I already have a mate. Sandra is supposed to be my one and only, the Luna of this pack, my queen. And now this? Another mate? Delilah? I raked my hands through my hair, the weight of it all crushing me. I know it’s not uncommon for one female to have more than one mate, but two mates for an Alpha? That’s unheard of. It defies everything I thought I knew, every law of nature. How could Delilah, my sweet, selfless human wife, still be bound to me, yet the
Delilah Walking through the bustling grounds of the Shadow Claws Pack with Rosa, For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt alive, my heavy heart momentarily forgotten. The entire territory thrummed with vitality, like a city that never truly rested, its people and places moving in perfect sync. The palace itself loomed in the distance, a structure so tall, so grand it could intimidate anyone unfamiliar with its intricate beauty. Upon returning to its shadowed halls, Rosa eagerly led me on a tour of the office buildings flanking the royal quarters. Her enthusiasm was contagious, though my focus wavered when a peculiar sensation began to stir within me. As we walked. Eyes were on me. The Lycan males and females who works in the office building turned around to look at me. I know that they might have questions for Rosa. But she didn't give them any audience. A voice…low, unfamiliar…whispered in my mind, faint yet distinct. I paused, startled. Where was it coming from? How
Maxwell When Anna called to say she had arrived at the palace, my heart raced with fear for the first time in my life. Fear…something I had never experienced before. I am the Alpha King, feared and revered by all, yet this small tremor inside me was foreign and unsettling. Among all the women I had been with, Anna was the one I had truly considered as a potential queen. I had even thought about making her my mate. But everything changed when I met Delilah, my true mate. She consumed my every thought, making me forget all else. Including Anna. And now, standing on the precipice of an unavoidable confrontation, I felt like I was spiraling into chaos. Anna stormed into my bedroom, her beauty as striking as I remembered. But my heart no longer raced for her…it beat solely for Delilah now. “What do you mean I should go back?” Anna's voice was sharp, her anger unmistakable. “You can’t just walk into my palace without informing me,” I replied, striving to keep my composure. Anna was t
Maxwell “I’m on my way. What happened?” I linked to my Beta as I stormed out of the palace. “We’re under attack at the Eastern border,” he said, his tone strained. “Some powerful creatures.” “I’m coming.” I severed the link, my pulse quickening. Zion, my wolf, growled in the back of my mind, his bloodlust igniting like wildfire. He was ready for the kill. I smirked. “Not yet, Zion. Not yet,” I muttered, gripping the wheel as I sped off. My beast was dangerously impatient, and it had taken years to tame him. If I wasn’t fast enough to act, he’d gladly take over, and when he did, it wasn’t pretty. The drive was a blur. In minutes, I arrived at the border. Chaos had taken over. The scent of blood and the clash of claws filled the air. My warriors fought ferociously, but the enemy, a pack of towering Lycans…was overwhelming. These weren’t from around here. I stepped out of the car and scanned the battlefield. Amid the chaos, I spotted Cross locked in a brutal fight with a Lycan who
Maxwell “This is just the beginning of our attack on your pack, King Maxwell. Release her, and peace will return to your kingdom.” His voice rang like a warning bell, echoing in the silence of the basement. My sister’s words flooded back to me…her warnings, her prophecy. Protect your mate, Maxwell. Challenges will come, but you must remain steadfast. Is this it? The moment she foresaw? I clenched my fists, my wolf, Zion, clawing at my control. The man before me dared to call my mate theirs. The sheer audacity made my blood boil. My vision tinged red, and I could almost feel my hands wrapping around his throat, snapping his neck. But I held back. Not yet. Not here. Without a word, I turned on my heel and left the basement, my steps eerily quiet despite the storm raging inside me. The faint sound of footsteps followed. I didn’t need to turn to know it was Cross. His scent was unmistakable…loyalty and concern wrapped in one. But I wasn’t in the mood for his probing questions. He
Maxwell I cupped her face, my thumb brushing gently over her soft cheek. “You’re mine, Delilah. And I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you.” With those words, I leaned down, sealing her fate…and mine…with a deep, soul-binding kiss. The passion between us was electric, and her response left me stunned. Even in her fragile state, she matched my hunger, her lips speaking a silent confession of desire that mirrored my own. Pulling back just enough to breathe, I stripped away the barrier of my clothes, leaving nothing between us. Slowly, reverently, I helped her out of her delicate nightwear. The sight of her took my breath away. She was flawless, a vision of perfection that ignited something primal deep inside me. My predatory gaze roamed over her, my wolf clawing at the edges of my control, desperate to claim her. But I wouldn’t let it. She was delicate, and tonight, I needed to be gentle. My restraint was a thin thread, but her glowing golden eyes held me captive. As I knelt be
Delilah “You are my aunty?” I asked in a sharp, angry voice. “And you never thought it was important to tell me?” My voice echoed through the room. I didn’t care if I sounded rude or disrespectful. I was hurt, deeply hurt. “All these years... Over twenty years, Kala,” I cried, my voice shaking. “You never thought I deserved to know the truth? Not even once? Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?” The tears I had tried so hard to hold back finally burst free. I couldn’t stop them now. They poured down my cheeks like rain, soaking into the golden robe I wore. “All these years,” I whispered again, choking on my words, “I lived like I had no one. I thought I had no family. I thought I was just some orphan that no one wanted. Do you even understand what that feels like?” I couldn’t look at her anymore. I turned my back and faced the wall. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stay strong, but my heart was breaking all over again. She was my family. All this time. And I n
Delilah Two women stood up slowly and stepped toward me with something glowing in their hands. It was a long, golden robe, beautiful and bright like the rising sun. They gently placed it over my shoulders without saying a word. The moment it touched my skin, I felt warmth rush through my body. It fit perfectly, like it was made just for me. They guided me to a white stone seat beside the wooden bed. The stone sparkled faintly, like it had been kissed by starlight. I sat down quietly, still too weak and confused to speak. My legs trembled slightly beneath the robe. Behind me, the rest of the women, those who had been kneeling on the ground…stood up one by one. I noticed the way they looked at me. Their eyes held wonder, hope, and questions. They wanted me to say something. Anything. But my heart felt too heavy. I couldn’t even find the right words. “You can all leave now,” Kala said softly, her voice calm but firm. “Thank you for your help. I’ll take care of my daughter from here.
Farrell I opened the closet, looking for something decent to wear to work. But then I noticed something inside the drawer of the closet. “What's this?” I asked myself as I pulled out some papers. They were documents. I sat on the edge of the soft ottoman and slowly flipped through them. The papers made no sense to me. I didn’t understand what they were about. But then, I saw photos inside. One photo made my hand freeze. It was Sandra. Standing beside a man. Smiling. What? Sandra? She’s here? In this world too? I quickly searched the pile again. Another photo showed Sandra with that same man. They were at a party. Everyone around them was clapping and smiling. Sandra wore a beautiful dress and had a ring on her finger. It looked like…an engagement party. I frowned. This wasn’t just strange. It was scary. None of it made sense. Then, in another part of the drawer, I found a phone. Out of curiosity, I picked it up. It didn’t have a password. As soon as I touched the screen, t
Maxwell “Your Majesty,” the Pack witch said softly, bowing her head, “please listen to me. These pups don’t like noise or crowds. I suggest you celebrate their birthday quietly. Buy them cakes, soft toys, maybe a few gifts. Nothing loud. Just peace. That’s the only way.” I nodded right away. I couldn’t take chances, not with my children. After everything we’ve been through, I wouldn’t risk losing them too. She hesitated, then stepped closer. “I also have something else to tell you,” she added in a whisper. “The Queen will return. You already know she’s alive…you feel it in your soul. But when she returns, the evil that haunts this Kingdom will disappear. Peace will follow her.” Her words made my heart stop and race at the same time. Delilah… my Queen. My love. My world. She was alive. Truly alive. I had clung to the sound of her heartbeat, the soft pulse I could feel when everything was quiet. I had held on to that one little thread, even when everyone else gave up. But now…
Delilah I’ve been walking through this magical forest for what feels like hours. Everything here glows softly, like the stars had fallen into the trees. Strange, glowing plants swayed as if they could see me. The wind whispered with hidden voices. I could feel it, this place was alive. I wasn't alone. Voices echoed around me, soft and curious. “Is she the new queen?” one whispered. “She looks like one,” another replied. They didn’t know I could hear them. Or maybe they did and didn’t care. The creatures here were different, gentle, watching, waiting. The forest didn’t feel like the dangerous ones I grew up around. This place was calm, peaceful, almost like it was built from dreams. The wind brushed against my skin like silk. I could breathe here. As I walked deeper, I found a narrow path that sparkled like diamonds. It shimmered in the soft moonlight, drawing me in like it knew my name. My feet followed the glowing road without thinking. But the path kept getting t
Farrell "Sir, we can't be together. You know that already. Please... don't do this to me." Delilah's voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes wide and scared. She was now sitting on the edge of my desk, legs pressed tightly together, trying to resist the pull between us. But her body... her heart… I could feel them calling to mine. I couldn’t look away. She was everything I had longed for. I had missed her for so long. My chest ached just staring at her. Even in this strange world, far from our pack and far from our truth, she still belonged to me. No matter the timeline. No matter the lies. She was mine. This had to be a gift from the Moon Goddess. She knew I wouldn’t survive without Delilah. Even if this world had changed her name, her clothes, her hair, nothing could change the soul inside. The one I was bound to for life. "Delilah, please..." My voice was low and raw. "I need you. I've missed us. Don't tell me you don't feel this, too. You can't lie to me, not about this." My
Farrell The car came to a smooth stop in front of a tall, shining building. It was one of the tallest I had ever seen. Maybe sixty floors high, standing proudly like a tower among the clouds. Its walls were made of glass that reflected the morning sun like diamonds. One of my bodyguards came quickly to open the car door. I stepped out and looked up at the building. It was grand. Powerful. Like it was built for kings. We walked toward the glass doors, and the moment I stepped inside, all eyes turned to me. People stopped talking. Some even froze. Their faces showed one thing, fear. Maybe I had that kind of presence in this world. Maybe the real Mr. Bennett was someone they all feared deeply. A woman at the reception quickly stood. “Welcome, sir,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. I nodded without a word. Another person greeted me. Then another. All of them looked surprised that I had come to the office today. I just kept walking forward like I belonged here…because somehow,
Farrell This world still felt strange, but I had made up my mind, I was going to live in it the best way I could. Every day, I was learning new things. As much as I love my name. I have come to terms with being called, Mr. Bennett. They said I had a rich, powerful life and a business to run. My assistant, Dwayne, was helpful. He never pressured me. He always answered all my questions, no matter how small or strange they were. I don't know anything about this place or these people, but I knew one thing for sure: I loved Delilah. In this world, they said she was just a maid. That I had only been obsessed with her. But my heart knew something else. She was my mate. No matter what they called her here, she belonged to me. And I was going to love her, protect her, and give her everything. Money didn’t mean much to me. If I have to give some of it away to keep the peace, I would. My stepmother could take the house or some land. I didn’t care. I didn’t even want to know why her name was
Far away from the kingdom, in the heart of the city of Milton, King Maxwell lay silently on a large bed inside a luxurious hotel suite. The room was beautiful, the windows wide and clean, letting in the light of the setting sun. Yet, none of it touched him. His head rested on a soft pillow, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling above him. He looked lifeless. Ever since he lost his mate, Delilah, everything inside him had broken. His wolf grieved loudly in his mind, howling day and night, angry and heartbroken. At first, Maxwell had to fight to stop his beast from going on a killing spree. Then came silence. A dangerous, painful silence that settled deep within him. He had lost his connection to his mate. It felt like his soul had been taken from his body. He had not returned to the palace since. He couldn’t. It was too painful to be there without her. The empty space she left behind was too large. Every corner reminded him of her. Her scent, her laughter, her soft voice. Even the