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
The scene was one of utter devastation. Bodies lay scattered across the ground, torn apart as if by a wild beast. Blood stained the grass, its metallic scent mixing with the strange magical energy in the air. The wounded cried out in pain, their voices a haunting chorus of despair. It was a nightmare come to life. “Goddess,” Delilah whispered, her hand flying to her mouth as she took in the carnage. “What happened here?” Beta Cross shouted, his voice filled with anger and disbelief as he confronted the survivors. “It was the King,” one of them replied, their voice trembling with fear. “He did this to his own people.” “No!” Delilah screamed, her voice breaking. “He would never do this. This isn’t his scent. I’m sure of it!” She refused to believe it, her loyalty to her mate unshakable. “What do you know?” Elder Zane interjected, his voice cold and accusing as he stepped forward. “Do you know him like we do? He grew up before our eyes. We know what he’s capable of.” His gaze shift
The situation was utterly confusing. Beta Cross couldn’t comprehend how those monstrous rogues had managed to infiltrate their territory. Their pack had always been the safest, the most secure. No threat had ever survived an encounter with them, let alone breached their defenses. Yet here they were, trapped and vulnerable, surrounded by enemies who had somehow outsmarted them. His mind raced with possibilities, each more troubling than the last. One thought stood out above the rest: there was a traitor among them. But who? And more importantly, how many? He knew it couldn’t be just one person. The scale of this betrayal was too vast, too calculated. As he stood in the cage, his eyes locked onto the rogues celebrating their capture. Their laughter and jeers fueled his anger, and his wolf stirred within him, ready to fight, to tear them apart. As the Beta of the pack and the second-in-command to their Alpha, his instincts screamed at him to protect his pack, especially the Alpha’s L
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
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