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
Maxwell “Tell me everything I need to know if you want my forgiveness.” My voice echoed through the grand palace hall, its weight pressing down on Rosa, who knelt before me on the cold marble floor. Her trembling hands clutched at the hem of her cloak as she bowed her head, pleading for mercy. The sight of her, once proud and confident, now reduced to a trembling figure, stirred something deep within me…though I refused to let it show. I stood, pacing around the throne, my footsteps echoing in the vast hall. Though I wasn’t dressed in my royal robes, the weight of my crown felt heavier than ever. A simple black shirt and pants were all I wore, but the authority I carried was unmistakable. My mind raced as I tried to piece together the puzzle Rosa had presented. She had betrayed me, yet she had also saved Delilah, not once, but twice. That alone was enough to keep me listening “Your Majesty,” Rosa began, her voice strained with desperation. “I am aware of my sins, and I know they
Maxwell “Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” I asked Delilah, who was determined to capture Raymond, Alpha Farrell’s brother. Raymond had betrayed his own brother by revealing his location to the enemy. If it were up to me, I would have ended him without a second thought. But Delilah insisted on capturing him alive. She believed he could provide us with valuable information, and as much as I disagreed, I couldn’t deny her determination. She stood silently, lost in thought, her electric blue eyes scanning the horizon. She was dressed in black leather pants and a tank top, with a long orange trench coat wrapped around her waist. Her black heels added a touch of elegance, making her look both fierce and stunning. Every time I looked at her, it felt like her beauty was renewed with every passing second. She drove me insane in the best way possible. I was a proud man, willing to fight for her, to do whatever she asked. But Delilah was stubborn. She always wanted to do things her
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