Farrell Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and hurriedly made my way out of the bathroom. My mind was still racing from the events of the previous day, the Lycans who had dared to threaten my mate. They would pay for their audacity. But as I stepped into my bedroom, my thoughts came to an abrupt halt. My breath caught in my throat, and I nearly stumbled back in shock. There, on my bed, lay a figure, asleep and serene. My heart pounded as my eyes traced the familiar curves of her body. Delilah? My mind reeled. Was I imagining things? Was she really here, or was my mind playing cruel tricks on me? I blinked hard, trying to clear my vision, but she remained, real, tangible, and breathtakingly beautiful. Her intoxicating scent filled the room, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. It was unmistakably her. My body reacted instantly, a surge of desire coursing through me. I moved closer, my steps slow and deliberate, as if afraid she might vanish if I made a
Delilah “Welcome back home, Delilah. It’s good to have you back.” Raymond’s voice startled me from behind as he walked closer to where I stood in the kitchen. This kitchen, once stolen from me, was now mine again. The familiar scent of fresh herbs and the warmth of the stove brought back memories of happier times. I was making breakfast, something Farrell always loved. The sizzle of bacon and the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, creating a sense of comfort and belonging. I turned around, and Raymond was already in front of me. “Raymond,” I said softly, and without hesitation, he pulled me into a tight hug. His embrace was warm and reassuring.. He peppered my face with kisses, making me laugh. “Let me have you to myself before your possessive mates come in here,” he joked, his voice light and teasing. I laughed even more, the sound echoing through the kitchen. But the moment was short-lived. “Will you take your hands off her?” Farrell’s warning voice cut through the
Delilah All eyes turned to him. “What news?” Farrell asked, his tone sharp but curious. “We have over 200 human guests from different countries lodging in our resort as we speak. And the good news is that we have reservations for over 500 more. They’re coming to experience our wildlife park and nature. Tourism is back to our park,” the man explained, his excitement contagious. Raymond stood up immediately, his face lighting up with joy. “Delilah! She’s the luckiest person I’ve ever known. She’s our fortune,” he exclaimed, coming over to kiss my cheeks. But before he could, a low growl filled the room. “Take your hands off my mate,” King Maxwell warned, his voice commanding and filled with authority. Raymond immediately withdrew, his hands raised in surrender. I felt a flush of embarrassment rise to my cheeks. It was becoming increasingly difficult to navigate the possessiveness of my mates. Who was more possessive, Farrell or Maxwell? I couldn’t tell. “Raymond, please go with
Delilah I was stunned. How could he be in Rut? Was there something about their kind that I still didn’t understand? My mind raced with questions, but I forced myself to respond calmly. “Can it wait until I’m done with Sandra and the two rogue Lycans?” I asked, trying to buy time. Before the King could reply, Farrell’s voice broke through our mental connection, snapping us back to reality. Yet, the King’s interest in our conversation was evident. I could see it in the way his eyes lingered on me, filled with a mix of desire and possessiveness. There is no going back from this. “I’ll have to leave the two of you for now,” Farrell said, his voice tight. “I need to go to the office to see what’s happening there.” “There’s no need for that,” the King responded sharply. “We’re leaving now.” Farrell’s jaw clenched, and his fists balled at his sides. It was clear he was angry at the thought of me leaving with the King. The tension between the two men was palpable, and I found myself ca
Maxwell I feel the air thick with the scent of damp earth, indicating the rain was about to pour. But all I could focus on was the absence of HER. Every second stretched into an eternity, each breath laced with frustration and need. Where was she? I paced beside the car, waiting. It was becoming frustrating. “Delilah.” Her name was a growl in my mind, a plea, a demand. My skin burned with the relentless pull of the mate bond, an ache so deep it felt like my bones were vibrating with the need to claim her. Why now? Of all times, why did this unbearable hunger have to seize me when HE still had her? A snarl tore from my throat as his image flashed in my mind. “Farrell”, his smug Alpha arrogance, his possessive hands on what was MINE The bastard had always been a thorn in my side, challenging me at every turn, testing the fragile patience I barely clung to. And now? Now I had to “share” her. The thought alone was a blade twisting in my gut. My claws dug into my palms, t
Maxwell “How long will this take?” she asked, her voice innocent, yet laced with a knowing undertone. I hesitated. How could I tell her that this Rut would last a whole week? How could I explain that my beast would become more possessive, more aggressive, and that I would need her by my side every moment of it? It was beyond my control, a primal instinct that I couldn’t fight. Instead of answering, I pulled her close and smashed my lips onto hers. The kiss was passionate, desperate, filled with all the emotions I couldn’t put into words. My body reacted instantly, the animal part of me taking over. My hardness was painful, and the urge to take her right there, in the garage, was almost overwhelming. But the little restraint I had left pushed the thought away. I guided her towards the private elevator that led to my bedroom. The ride up was a blur of kisses and touches. Every sensation was heightened, every touch electric. The euphoria of being close to her, of feeling her sk
Delilah Maxwell gave me meat and bread to eat. After that, I had some fruits. It was a little strange to sit and eat like this, because today is the sixth day of his Rut. Six long days. Six nights without proper sleep. I never knew I had this wild side in me. I used to be scared of things like this. But now I know, sometimes you don’t understand your own strength until you face it. For now, his wild cravings have calmed down a little. He’s sleeping peacefully on the bed, completely worn out. But I’m here in the bathroom, trying to take care of my body. Rosa gave me some herbal balm and soft cloths to soothe the aching between my legs and on my skin. Six full days of intense passion. It nearly broke me. I have never seen Maxwell this possessive before. It was like his beast was fully in control. If I couldn’t hear his thoughts through our bond, I might have believed he was possessed by something dark and powerful. I sat on the edge of the tub, my body still shaking as memories fl
Maxwell “Your Majesty, I am overjoyed that we have finally sealed the deal. You should have seen the investors, they were ecstatic to be part of these projects. It’s not just about the oil company; it’s also the bridge that will connect our region to the magical palace. This is a monumental step forward,” Cross exclaimed, his voice brimming with enthusiasm as he recounted the day’s success. The magical palace has always been a place of fascination for humans, a realm of wonder and power that many have longed to access. My late parents had initiated these projects, dreaming of a future where our people could thrive alongside the magic of that realm. But their dreams were cut short. They perished in a brutal war against the Lycans, who sought to claim the palace for themselves. Since their deaths, the project had been abandoned, left to gather dust and fade into memory. But I made a vow to finish what they started, to honor their legacy and bring their vision to life. Over the y
Delilah The morning came slowly. The sky was still gray when I opened my eyes. I hadn't really slept. All night, I stayed by my mother’s side, watching her sleep. I watched how her chest rose and fell with each breath. Maybe… maybe I was just scared. Scared to lose her again. The pain of losing her once almost destroyed me, especially when I was told that her brother was responsible for her death. I couldn't bear it happening a second time. But now… Now she was here. She was alive. The Moon Goddess had brought her back to me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I reached out and gently brushed her hair away from her face. She looked so peaceful… so fragile… but alive. I whispered a prayer of thanks under my breath. Aunt Kala entered quietly, carrying a wooden tray filled with a small bowl of porridge and a cup of steaming herbal drink. "Good morning, child," she said softly, giving me a warm smile. "Good morning, Aunt Kala," I whispered back. She placed the tray on the sm
Maxwell "Mama... Mama... please come back." That was all they kept saying. Over and over again, all through the night. I couldn’t sleep. They refused to sleep too. They cried and cried, calling for their mother. I was so helpless. I didn’t know what to do anymore. "They need her… They miss her so much…" I whispered to myself, rubbing my tired face.Their tiny voices broke my heart. It was not just them. I was suffering too. Without Delilah, I was only half a man. I couldn’t eat properly. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t even lead my people the way I should. Last night, something happened. Beka and Amanok opened another portal. This time, it was clearer, brighter than before. And there… standing in the light… was Delilah. She looked so beautiful, yet so tired. I wanted to reach out and touch her, hold her, tell her how much I missed her. But I couldn’t. Because just then, the pups cried louder, calling for her. I saw the way her face softened when she heard them. I knew s
Delilah The sky outside the cave was beginning to darken. The sun was slipping behind the hills, painting the clouds with the colours of pink and gold. I stayed close to my mother, gently holding her hand as we walked through the woods. Aunt Kala stayed by her other side, ready to catch her, if she stumbled. Each of her steps was slow, Each of the breaths she took was shallow. It hurt me to see her like this, fragile and tired. However, at the same time, I am happy that my mother is alive. And she was finally here with me. We didn't speak much as we moved towards a small cottage, hidden deep, in the forest. Aunt Kala had prepared it long ago, hoping that one day, this day would come. It was a quiet place, surrounded by wildflowers and grass, a place of peace. Inside the cottage, the air smelled fresh herbs and burning wood. Aunt Kala quickly made a bed by the burning fire and helped my mother lie down carefully. She pulled a soft blanket over her. I sat down on the floor, next
Delilah As I walked out of the temple. I knew that I was no longer the woman I used to be. But it is my destiny Aunt Kala sat down under a huge tree. She looked like someone in deep thought. “I am back.” I said. She felt startled. But quickly got up and straightened her robe. “Delilah, you're back.” She said with a cheerful smile. “Yes, I am back. And we need a lot to do. Can we proceed” I said, and she nodded. The air was cold as we walked through the quiet woods and Aunt Kala walked beside me without saying a word. Even the trees around us seem to know that something important was about to happen. There are branches really slowly, whispering secrets. I couldn’t understand the ground was soft with fallen leaves, and each step I took felt easier than the last. My heart beats loudly in my chest. I could feel it echoing in my ears. I was about to see my mother. The woman I had had so many stories about, but never truly knew she had been asleep for more than 20 years. As we
Delilah The air was quiet as we walked. But inside me, something powerful stirred, making me feel stronger with every step. Slowly, I began to understand who I truly was. All my questions were finally being answered. The words I had heard earlier repeated in my mind: “You are not just a werewolf. And you are not just a Lycan. You are both. You are the first of your kind. The one born to bring peace.” “You are the first of your kind.” These words echoed in my head over and over. With each step, it felt like the earth was guiding me, leading me to where I needed to go. Aunt Kala walked beside me, silent. She didn’t speak, but I could tell she sensed the change in me. After walking through the forest for a while, I turned to her. “Aunt Kala,” I said softly. “Where is the Ancient Temple? How do we find it?” She smiled gently. “You don’t need to find the temple, Delilah. The temple will find you,” Her eyes moved to the golden key in my hand. “This key led you here. I’
Delilah The priestess’s eyes began to glow, slowly turning into a solid, milky white color. It looked as if she wasn’t herself anymore, like something ancient and powerful had entered her body. A strange wind moved through the room, even though there were no windows open. My heart beat faster as I watched her, and for a moment, I wondered if I should be afraid. But deep down, I knew this was all part of something important. Something meant for me. She stopped chanting, and then the glowing glass on the mat began to change. What once looked like a swirling liquid became something more…something magical. It shifted into a moving picture, almost like a story playing out right in front of me. My breath caught in my throat. In the glowing circle, I saw two powerful figures standing face to face. Their presence made the ground beneath me feel unsteady. A strong, invisible energy filled the room, and I could feel goosebumps rising all over my arms. My skin tingled, and I couldn’t move or
Delilah I walked out of the room with Aunt Kala by my side. Two maids standing nearby quickly bowed their heads low. “Your Majesty,” they both greeted with soft voices. I nodded quietly. I still wasn’t used to people calling me that. It felt strange… heavy, like a title I hadn’t earned yet. But there was no time to think too deeply about it. We kept walking. The place around me was peaceful, like a silent dream. The buildings were very old, made with stones and vines, but still looked strong and beautiful. Every wall had some kind of glowing symbol on it. I didn’t understand them yet, but they didn’t scare me. Instead, they made me feel… like I belonged. The trees swayed gently above our heads. At first, I thought they were fake because they were so perfectly shaped, but they were real. I could tell from the way the leaves rustled in the breeze and the scent of fresh bark in the air. I started to notice something odd. Everyone here was female. They were either dressed in soft f
Delilah “What do you mean by that?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Don’t play with me, Aunt Kala. This isn’t funny.” My chest felt heavy, and my heart started beating fast. I was scared of what she was about to say. “I am not playing with you, Delilah,” she said softly. “This is the truth.” “What?” I gasped loudly. “You mean my mother… She's alive? And you never told me? How could you hide something so big from me?” My voice rose with each word. I couldn’t stop the anger building inside me. Kala stepped closer, her eyes full of guilt. “Delilah,” she said gently, “I know I made many mistakes. I know I should have told you earlier. But everything I did... I did it for you. I did it to protect you.” I folded my arms tightly. “You kept me in the dark. You made me feel like I had no one in this world. I thought I was all alone.” Kala sighed. “Your mother was poisoned by our brother, Keith. She was not killed, but the poison put her into a deep, magical sleep. Before she lost consciousn
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