Delilah According to the records in front of me, a huge sum of money was withdrawn by Alpha Farrell after he traveled. I turned my gaze to Elder Simeone, the Pack’s accountant. His hands trembled as he wiped beads of sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. His glasses hung low on his nose, and he squinted at me, feigning confusion. But I wasn’t fooled. Something wasn’t right here, and he knew it. Every day, I come to the Blue Moon Pack to oversee business affairs. As the interim Alpha, I need to make sure that everything is running smoothly and that the Pack’s funds are managed wisely. Yesterday was payday for the workers, yet Elder Simeone claimed there were no funds to pay them. That made no sense. Just a few months ago, before Farrell passed away, the Pack’s tourist hotel and wildlife park were thriving. In fact, Farrell had assured me personally that the Pack had enough reserves to last for years. So where had all the money gone? “Elder Simeone, there’s something you’re
Delilah Maxwell’s voice rang out, sharp with anger. “You were supposed to look after them, Rosa. I asked you to, specifically.” His expression was tight with fury, his jaw clenched. But the moment my hand found his shoulder, he exhaled, his body relaxing under my touch. The prisoners had been poisoned. Among them, Raymond suffered the most. Unlike Lycans, werewolves had little resistance to wolfsbane…it burned through their systems like wildfire, leaving them gasping for life. My mate had mind-linked me hours ago, informing me that the four prisoners had been struggling since morning. I had rushed back from the Blue Moon Pack as soon as I could, but guilt tugged at me. I had barely had a moment with my pups. I missed them dearly. “They won’t die,” I said firmly. My gaze settled on Rosa, who stood frozen, her face pale. “Rosa wouldn’t have been able to stop this. I’m certain of it.” Silence filled the room as everyone turned toward me. Cross and Vale, my mate’s personal assistan
Delilah As I stepped out of the mansion, I found Rosa waiting with another female Lycan I didn’t recognize. Our eyes met briefly before I turned to Rosa. “What’s going on? It’s midnight. What happened?” I asked, my voice sharp with concern. “My Queen, please, stay calm. Can we talk somewhere private?” Rosa’s voice was careful, almost hesitant. “You said Raymond is awake and wants to see me. What is really happening?” Her vague responses were starting to frustrate me. “My Queen, this is serious. I need you to listen to Rada before you see Raymond.” I glanced between the unfamiliar woman and Rosa, weighing my options. Finally, I nodded. “Come with me.” I led them through the ground-floor hallway. The guards bowed as I passed, and I gave them a small nod before unlocking my office door. Once inside, I shut the door and turned to them. “Speak,” I said, sinking into my chair. Rosa gestured toward the woman. “This is Rada. She’s a witch from the Forest Clan Pack. She has something
“Delilah, two days have passed since Raymond's death, yet you remain like this. I’m beginning to think there’s more to this than just mourning,” Maxwell exclaimed, his voice edged with concern. Since Raymond’s passing, Delilah had isolated herself in a separate room, shutting everyone out. Even her children suffered in her absence, as she refused to see them. She barely ate, barely slept, and had ignored every attempt Maxwell made to reach her. He had given her time, hoping she would come to him when she was ready. But now, he was done waiting. He could no longer bear it. “It’s clear to me now,” he declared, his tone heavier this time. “You love Farrell more than you ever loved me.” Delilah’s head snapped up, her eyes dark and stormy. “What do you mean?” she flared, her voice filled with something more than just anger, pain. Maxwell studied her carefully. This wasn’t the Delilah he knew, the woman who had always been loving, kind, and selfless. The change in her unsettled him. Th
THE CITY OF BOMADA (THE SECOND ZONE, CRYSTAL WHITE PACK) A sudden, unnatural darkness swallowed the city whole. Chaos erupted. Werewolves stumbled and fell, their vision stolen by a powerful, roaring spell. A force greater than them had struck without warning. Wealthier pack members, those fortunate enough to own cars, attempted to flee. They sought refuge in the human world beyond their territory, but nature itself turned against them. Thunderbolts crackled through the air, striking their headlights, plunging them into deeper despair. Trapped within their vehicles, they could do nothing but listen to the desperate cries of their kind. Panic spread like wildfire. The screams of confused wolves filled the air, blending with the eerie silence of the blind night. Many shifted into their wolf forms, relying on their heightened senses to navigate the sudden void. Their noses twitched, their ears flicked, but even in their beastly state, their sight remained dimmer than it should have b
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” all the wolves, Lycans, and witches said in unison, bowing deeply to King Maxwell. But inside, his beast wasn’t calm. Zion, the powerful wolf within him, paced angrily, ready to explode. Maxwell clenched his fists, fighting hard for control. If Zion took over now, there would be chaos…no one in that hall, male or female, would survive. Through the turmoil inside him, he reached out with his mind. “Delilah, I need you, right now. Please come to the hall,” he pleaded to his mate. A soft energy surged through his body at once, like a spark dancing across his skin. Though she hadn’t arrived yet, he could already feel her presence brushing against his soul. “Delilah,” he whispered aloud. Zion immediately stilled, purring softly and retreating into calmness. The beast recognized her. She was his anchor, his peace. The wolves and Lycans remained bowed, unaware of what had just happened inside their King. But the witches felt it…an ancient energy, a presence m
Maxwell “My King, I’m sorry to say this, but I’m not happy with Rosa and Cross,” Delilah said, sinking into the chair across from my desk. I was about to call for refreshments for us. It had been a long day, and she looked tired. But the serious look on her face and her sudden words made me pause. Delilah was not someone who complained easily. If she had something to say, it was always for a reason. I gave a small smile, just a habit. But I couldn’t pretend with her. She could read my mind too well. I sat down beside her, gently took her hand, and asked, “What do you mean, my queen?” “This time we are in…it’s not a time to fantasize or fall into any kind of temptation. We need unity. We need to stay focused. Our people are scared. We are still under threat. Everyone should be doing their best right now,” she said, her voice firm but calm. Yet I still didn’t quite understand what she was getting at. “Should I call them here? Did they do something wrong? If you want them punished, s
Maxwell Delilah sat quietly on the edge of the bed, feeding our children. I stood near the cradle by the window, watching her in silence. She moved gently, switching between each of the babies, making sure they were fed and held with care. Something stirred inside me. I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t. Desire crept in, heating my blood. I shouldn't be thinking this way…not while she’s feeding our children. But she’s my mate. My queen. The mother of our four precious pups. And everything about her pulls me in. Tiara stepped forward and gently picked up Alec, the last baby Delilah had fed. He was already asleep. All four of them had drifted into peaceful slumber. Torah was sitting beside the cradle, humming softly to the girls while Tiara picked up toys scattered across the nursery floor. Delilah adjusted her bra, slipping her breast back inside. My eyes were still on her, and I couldn't look away. She caught me staring. A slow, knowing smirk touched her lips. She always surprise
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