Delilah âWelcome back home, Delilah. Itâs good to have you back.â Raymondâs 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. âRaymond,â 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. âLet me have you to myself before your possessive mates come in here,â he joked, his voice light and teasing. I laughed even more, the sound echoing through the kitchen. But the moment was short-lived. âWill you take your hands off her?â Farrellâs warning voice cut through the
Delilah All eyes turned to him. âWhat news?â Farrell asked, his tone sharp but curious. âWe 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. Theyâre coming to experience our wildlife park and nature. Tourism is back to our park,â the man explained, his excitement contagious. Raymond stood up immediately, his face lighting up with joy. âDelilah! Sheâs the luckiest person Iâve ever known. Sheâs our fortune,â he exclaimed, coming over to kiss my cheeks. But before he could, a low growl filled the room. âTake your hands off my mate,â 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 couldnât tell. âRaymond, please go with
Delilah I was stunned. How could he be in Rut? Was there something about their kind that I still didnât understand? My mind raced with questions, but I forced myself to respond calmly. âCan it wait until Iâm done with Sandra and the two rogue Lycans?â I asked, trying to buy time. Before the King could reply, Farrellâs voice broke through our mental connection, snapping us back to reality. Yet, the Kingâs 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. âIâll have to leave the two of you for now,â Farrell said, his voice tight. âI need to go to the office to see whatâs happening there.â âThereâs no need for that,â the King responded sharply. âWeâre leaving now.â Farrellâs 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. âDelilah.â 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. âFarrellâ, 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 âshareâ her. The thought alone was a blade twisting in my gut. My claws dug into my palms, t
Maxwell âHow long will this take?â 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 couldnât 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 couldnât 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 donât understand your own strength until you face it. For now, his wild cravings have calmed down a little. Heâs sleeping peacefully on the bed, completely worn out. But Iâm 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 couldnât 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 âYour 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. Itâs not just about the oil company; itâs also the bridge that will connect our region to the magical palace. This is a monumental step forward,â Cross exclaimed, his voice brimming with enthusiasm as he recounted the dayâs 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
Maxwell My blood ran cold. âWhat are you talking about?â I asked sharply. âI got confirmation that she was brought here. How can she just disappear?â James looked uncomfortable. He hesitated before answering, like he didnât want to make things worse. âYour MajestyâĶ maybe the warriors who brought her can explain,â he said softly. âDo you remember who they were?â I opened my mouth to answerâbut nothing came out. My mind wasâĶ blank. I couldnât remember their faces. I couldnât even remember their names. How could this happen? I never forget important things. I am a King. My memory is strong. This should not be happening. I looked at Cross. He looked just as worried and confused as I was. I could tell he didnât understand either. âForget it,â I muttered, feeling the frustration burn in my chest. âI must be wrong.â James nodded, but I saw the fear in his eyes. He didnât believe that I was just âmistaken.â I turned and left the dungeons quickly, my steps heavy. Cross followed be
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: âYou 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.â âYou are the first of your kind.â 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 didnât speak, but I could tell she sensed the change in me. After walking through the forest for a while, I turned to her. âAunt Kala,â I said softly. âWhere is the Ancient Temple? How do we find it?â She smiled gently. âYou donât need to find the temple, Delilah. The temple will find you,â Her eyes moved to the golden key in my hand. âThis key led you here. Iâ
Delilah The priestessâs eyes began to glow, slowly turning into a solid, milky white color. It looked as if she wasnât 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 moreâĶsomething 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 couldnât move or
Delilah I walked out of the room with Aunt Kala by my side. Two maids standing nearby quickly bowed their heads low. âYour Majesty,â they both greeted with soft voices. I nodded quietly. I still wasnât used to people calling me that. It felt strangeâĶ heavy, like a title I hadnât 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 didnât understand them yet, but they didnât scare me. Instead, they made me feelâĶ 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 âWhat do you mean by that?â I asked, my voice shaking. âDonât play with me, Aunt Kala. This isnât funny.â My chest felt heavy, and my heart started beating fast. I was scared of what she was about to say. âI am not playing with you, Delilah,â she said softly. âThis is the truth.â âWhat?â I gasped loudly. âYou mean my motherâĶ She's alive? And you never told me? How could you hide something so big from me?â My voice rose with each word. I couldnât stop the anger building inside me. Kala stepped closer, her eyes full of guilt. âDelilah,â she said gently, âI 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.â I folded my arms tightly. âYou kept me in the dark. You made me feel like I had no one in this world. I thought I was all alone.â Kala sighed. âYour 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 âYou are my aunty?â I asked in a sharp, angry voice. âAnd you never thought it was important to tell me?â My voice echoed through the room. I didnât care if I sounded rude or disrespectful. I was hurt, deeply hurt. âAll these years... Over twenty years, Kala,â I cried, my voice shaking. âYou never thought I deserved to know the truth? Not even once? Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?â The tears I had tried so hard to hold back finally burst free. I couldnât stop them now. They poured down my cheeks like rain, soaking into the golden robe I wore. âAll these years,â I whispered again, choking on my words, âI 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?â I couldnât 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 groundâĶstood 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 couldnât even find the right words. âYou can all leave now,â Kala said softly, her voice calm but firm. âThank you for your help. Iâll 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. âWhat's this?â 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 didnât 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? Sheâs 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 likeâĶan engagement party. I frowned. This wasnât 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 didnât have a password. As soon as I touched the screen, t
Maxwell âYour Majesty,â the Pack witch said softly, bowing her head, âplease listen to me. These pups donât like noise or crowds. I suggest you celebrate their birthday quietly. Buy them cakes, soft toys, maybe a few gifts. Nothing loud. Just peace. Thatâs the only way.â I nodded right away. I couldnât take chances, not with my children. After everything weâve been through, I wouldnât risk losing them too. She hesitated, then stepped closer. âI also have something else to tell you,â she added in a whisper. âThe Queen will return. You already know sheâs aliveâĶyou feel it in your soul. But when she returns, the evil that haunts this Kingdom will disappear. Peace will follow her.â Her words made my heart stop and race at the same time. DelilahâĶ 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 nowâĶ
Delilah Iâve 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. âIs she the new queen?â one whispered. âShe looks like one,â another replied. They didnât know I could hear them. Or maybe they did and didnât care. The creatures here were different, gentle, watching, waiting. The forest didnât 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