Delilah I knew today was my coronation day as the queen of the Seven Zones and the Luna of the Shadow Claws Pack. What I didn’t know was that seven old women, each representing one of the Zones, would be the ones to attend to me. According to Maxwell, this tradition had been in place even before his mother was crowned, and he intended to honor it. The women were kind, but they had put me through a whirlwind of preparations and teachings. There were so many things I didn’t know about being a female leader, and one of the women, Rebecca, the oldest and strongest among them, had shared wisdom that lingered in my mind. Her words echoed in my ears: “You are not ordinary, my dear queen. You are meant to protect, heal, and guide your people. That is your role as the queen of the Seven Zones.” Her words resonate deeply within me. I had always felt different, but now I was beginning to understand why. My magical abilities had been growing steadily, and I was discovering new powers every d
Delilah The event was nothing short of grand, a spectacle that surpassed all my expectations. I had anticipated a significant gathering, but the sheer size of the crowd took me by surprise. The atmosphere was electric, filled with an air of anticipation and reverence. All the Alphas from the seven Zones were present, their imposing figures standing tall and proud. Yet, one absence weighed heavily on my heart…Farrell, my mate. He had promised to be here today, to stand by my side during this monumental occasion. But he was nowhere to be seen. His brother, Raymond, the Beta, was also missing. Their absence left a void, a lingering question that I couldn’t shake off. As the ceremony began, the highest-ranking elder ascended the podium, his presence commanding silence and respect. I was called forward, my heart pounding as I stepped into the spotlight. It was time for me to take the oath, a sacred vow that would bind me to my people and my destiny. The elder’s voice echoed throu
Maxwell This morning, I received devastating news…news so tragic that it threatened to unravel the fragile peace we had worked so hard to maintain. The weight of it pressed heavily on my shoulders, and I knew that if word spread too soon, chaos could erupt. To protect the peace of today and ensure the success of the day’s events, I made the difficult decision to keep it to myself, even from Delilah, my queen and mate. It felt selfish, but I had no choice. The crowning and installment of my queen and Luna had to go smoothly. The kingdom needed this moment of unity and celebration, and I couldn’t let anything ruin it. Thankfully, the ceremony was a resounding success. The joy and pride I felt as I watched Delilah ascend to her rightful place as queen were indescribable. My people, who had once been skeptical of her, now cheered for her with genuine admiration. And why wouldn’t they? Delilah is everything a queen should be…beautiful, strong, and powerful. Her presence commands re
Delilah The pain of losing someone so dear is unbearable, but the pain of losing a soulmate is a torment that cuts deeper than any other. It’s a wound that never truly heals, a void that nothing can fill. I should have stopped him. I should have fought harder, argued longer, done anything to keep him. If only I had insisted. But I didn’t. I let Farrell leave for the human city, and now he’s gone. A witch attack…that’s what they said. But why? Farrell was kind, gentle, and had no enemies. He was never the type to seek trouble. So why would a witch attack him? Unless… it wasn’t random The witch attack that took his life haunts me every waking moment. It feels like a cruel twist of fate, a punishment for my failure to protect him. Farrell was peaceful, kind, and had no enemies. Why would a witch target him? The question gnaws at me, feeding my guilt and sorrow. Was it because of me? Was I the reason he was attacked? The thought is unbearable, but it lingers, and it's taunting. “Que
Maxwell I know Delilah loves me. But what I didn’t know…what I couldn’t have imagined…was that her love for Farrell ran deeper. She loved him dearly, more than I ever realized. For as long as she could, she hid it, burying her feelings beneath layers of loyalty and duty. But now, there was no hiding. The truth had surfaced, raw and unrelenting, and it shattered everything in me as I couldn't bear her loving anyone. The moment she learned that Farrell was gone, she didn’t give me a chance to explain. She didn’t wait for my words, my apologies, or my pleas. She simply left. Before she walked out, she released Rosa, as if to tie up one last loose end. And then she was gone, leaving me alone in the silence of my own despair. The irony is unbearable. I love Delilah with every fiber of my being. She is my mate, my Luna, my queen, my partner in every sense. She is the other half of my soul, the one who completes me. And yet, here I am, drowning in the pain of her absence. Farrell is gon
Maxwell Transforming into my beast form, my paws pounded against the earth, each step echoing with urgency. The ground trembled beneath me as I surged forward, my senses heightened and my instincts razor-sharp. My warriors, catching sight of my transformation, immediately understood the gravity of the situation. They knew that only something of immense importance could drive me to shift so abruptly. Without hesitation, they followed suit, their own forms morphing into powerful beasts as they fell in line behind me. Together, we moved as one, a force of nature racing against time. Werewolves are known for their incredible speed, but as a Lycan, my abilities far surpass those of ordinary wolves. My strength, agility, and senses are unmatched, and I pushed my body to its limits as we tore through the dense woods. The Blue Moon Pack was our destination, and though the path was treacherous, it was the shortest route to reach them. My beast was fully awakened, every muscle coiled a
Maxwell All the best healers in the kingdom, both from my pack and the neighboring ones, had gathered in the grand hall of the palace. Their mission was singular and urgent: to heal Delilah, to save her. The air was thick with tension, the weight of her fragile state pressing down on everyone present. I stood in the corner, my eyes never leaving her still form on the bed. I couldn’t bring myself to leave, not after Rosa’s betrayal. Trust was a luxury I could no longer afford. For all I knew, any one of these healers could be an enemy in disguise, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I watched as they moved around her, administering herbs and potions, chanting ancient incantations. My instincts screamed at me to intervene, to ensure no harm came to her. I made them consume every herb they brought before they could give it to her. I couldn’t take any chances. Delilah was my mate, my queen, and I would do whatever it took to protect her. Just as I was about to step closer to
Maxwell It had been too long since I last mated with my queen. Too long since I felt her warmth, her presence, her heartbeat aligning with mine. I had grand plans for her coronation night…plans to celebrate her as my mate, my queen, my everything. But fate had other ideas. The moment she heard of her other mate’s demise, she left me. Just like that, she walked away, leaving me in the dark. It wasn't easy. The nights were endless, my bed cold and empty. My heart felt hollow, aching for her return. I drowned myself in work, in responsibilities, anything to distract from the unbearable absence. But nothing worked. Nothing ever could. I had long abandoned hope of finding my true mate. It was a dream I buried years ago, a fantasy I convinced myself was never meant for me. And yet, here she was…here in my arms, fragile but real. Alive. The bathwater was warm as I held her close, my fingers trailing over her skin. I took the washcloth and slowly, carefully, began to clean her body. My
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