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 Assembly Hall was full. Every seat was taken. The room felt heavy, like the walls were holding in all the tension and fear. The Elders sat in straight rows, wearing long robes and blank faces. It was hard to tell what they were thinking. Around them stood the strongest warriors of the pack. Their arms were crossed, their eyes alert. They didn’t smile. They didn’t blink. Something big was coming, and we all knew it. Among the crowd, I saw Rosa. She was the pack’s healer. She looked calm as always, but I didn’t trust her calmness anymore. Beside her stood Zod, the Gamma, quiet and watchful. There were also new faces, wolves I didn’t recognize. Strangers. And their presence made the air even thicker. I sat beside King Maxwell on his high throne. A royal robe rested over my shoulders. It was heavy, warm, and a little stiff, but it reminded me of my place beside him. I had chosen to sit here today, not because I had to, but because I wanted to. I wanted to show the king I
Delilah The air in the grand hall was heavy. Not just with silence, but with secrets. Many eyes were on me. Some were watching with care. Some were waiting to see me fail. But I stood strong. Even if I didn’t know everything yet, I was sure of one thing, the people who planned this betrayal were right here in this very hall. They were watching. Pretending to be loyal. But I knew. I could feel it deep inside my heart. Elder Kade was not the real enemy. He was just a puppet. Someone they pushed forward to take the blame. A shield to protect their true faces. They used him like a pawn in a big, dangerous game. I may look young, and I may have come from a humble background. But I was not a fool. No. I had seen behind their fake smiles and sweet voices. I had seen through their tricks. I knew what this was…and I was ready to fight back. I was going to beat them at their own game. They dared to accuse my King? My mate? The one who gave everything for this pack? How dare they try t
THE MAGIC KINGDOM Far away, beyond a dense forest and across an island near New York City, lies a hidden, magical realm. This enchanted place is home to a unique community of hybrids-beings born with extraordinary powers. Known as the Magic Kingdom, it is a land where wonder and power intertwine. At its heart stands the majestic Magic Palace, a symbol of the kingdom's strength and the home of its rulers. The hybrids were naturally gifted with magic, and their abilities were originally intended to bring joy and entertainment to humans. According to ancient tales, the kingdom’s origins trace back to a divine blessing. A human man and a Lycan woman, deeply in love, were granted a miraculous gift by the Moon Goddess. Their union produced the first hybrid, a magical princess named Delula. She was destined to lead her people and bring prosperity to their land. As the kingdom grew in power and influence, it became a beacon of magic and strength. The hybrids’ abilities were not just for s
“Don’t look at me that way, Alexander. That gaze of yours is driving me insane. I can’t stand by and let her destroy everything we’ve worked for all these years.” The woman’s voice was sharp, her eyes burning with frustration as she stepped closer to the throne. King Alexander sat motionless, his expression unreadable. His piercing eyes followed her every move, but he remained silent, allowing her to vent her anger. The man standing before him, bowed deeply as the woman approached. “Welcome, Princess. We were just discussing you,” he said, his tone polite but laced with unease. The woman, a powerful witch and Alexander’s mate, ignored his greeting. Her focus was solely on the king. “Keith, listen to me. I can still manipulate her mate with spells. Only those two have the potential to kill her. But we must act now before it’s too late.” Her voice trembled with urgency. “All the Lycans you sent failed to handle her. Instead, she’s grown stronger, wiser. Let me kill her. You don’t ne
Nurses rushed from one corner to another, tending to the injured survivors of the mysterious attack on the Shadow Claws Pack. The air was thick. Tension and exhaustion with scent of blood and antiseptic mingling in the chaotic atmosphere. Rosa, the pack’s healer, moved with practiced efficiency, her hands steady as she bandaged the arm of a wounded warrior. Sweat dripped down her face, her breathing heavy, her body weary from hours of nonstop work. She was drained, both physically and emotionally, but she couldn’t afford to stop. Not when so many lives depended on her. As she finished tying the bandage, she exhaled deeply, her shoulders slumping under the weight of her responsibilities. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, her eyes scanning the room filled with groaning patients and bustling nurses. The sight was overwhelming, but she forced herself to stay focused. There was no time to rest. She got into her office, exhausted. “You look like you need a little break
“What do you mean she escaped?” Delilah’s voice echoed through the room, sharp and disbelieving. Her heart pounded as she stared at Raymond, trying to process the news he had just delivered. Raymond’s expression was grim, his usual calm demeanor replaced by unease. “I was as shocked as you are. The guards assigned to watch the cells were found unconscious. I think someone drugged them,” he explained, his voice low and tense. Delilah’s mind raced, torn between two betrayals…one within the Shadow Claws Pack and another in the Blue Moon Pack. The weight of it all pressed down on her, making it hard to think clearly. Questions swirled in her head, but she couldn’t bring herself to voice them. “What is going on?” she whispered to herself, her voice, very low. Raymond, sensing her turmoil, added, “Whoever did this must know magic. Even the two Lycan rogues have fled.” His words only deepened the sense of dread settling in Delilah’s chest. “What do we do?” Raymond asked, his tone urge
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