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
Maxwell My blood ran cold. “What are you talking about?” I asked sharply. “I got confirmation that she was brought here. How can she just disappear?” James looked uncomfortable. He hesitated before answering, like he didn’t want to make things worse. “Your Majesty… maybe the warriors who brought her can explain,” he said softly. “Do you remember who they were?” I opened my mouth to answer—but nothing came out. My mind was… blank. I couldn’t remember their faces. I couldn’t 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 didn’t understand either. “Forget it,” I muttered, feeling the frustration burn in my chest. “I must be wrong.” James nodded, but I saw the fear in his eyes. He didn’t believe that I was just “mistaken.” I turned and left the dungeons quickly, my steps heavy. Cross followed be
The kingdom was in chaos. The Shadow Claws Pack, the largest and most powerful pack in the region, was fighting for survival. Their Alpha and King, Maxwell, was locked in a brutal internal battle, not with an enemy, but with his own beast. This was no ordinary struggle. It was a fight for dominance, a fight that arose when the beast sensed betrayal. Such battles were rare, but when they occurred, they were catastrophic. The beast, if unleashed, could slaughter hundreds within minutes, leaving destruction in its wake. Yet, King Maxwell was determined to resist its fury. He refused to let his beast harm his people. His goal was clear: to root out the traitors and protect his kingdom, even if it meant risking his own life. Meanwhile, Beta Cross, the King’s most trusted, was doing everything in his power to carry out his Alpha’s orders. His mission was to ensure the safety of the pack and anyone within their territory. But the situation was far from simple. A group of human investor
Delilah’s jaw dropped as she took in the eerie emptiness of the Shadow Claws pack territory. The streets, usually bustling with life, were now deserted. Not a single Lycan was in sight. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, the rhythm of her fear echoing in her ears. Something was terribly wrong. The silence was unnatural, almost suffocating, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She inhaled deeply, her senses sharpening as she caught a strange, unfamiliar scent lingering in the air. It was faint but unmistakable…a tinge of magic that made her skin crawl. “This is weird,” she thought, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of the situation. Beta Cross, followed closely behind her, his presence a small comfort in the unsettling atmosphere. “Is something the matter?” he asked, his voice low and cautious. He could see the tension in her posture, the way her eyes darted around, searching for answers that weren’t there. Delilah hesitated before responding. “There’s a strange s
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