“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 room was quiet now, filled only with the sound of our breathing. Maxwell lay beside me, his chest rising and falling gently. His strong arms were still wrapped around me, as if he was afraid to let go. His golden eyes were soft now, calm. I rested my head against his shoulder, my fingers tracing slow circles on his bare skin. My body still tingled from our union. The way he touched me, the way he held me, it reminded me again of the power of our bond. We were more than just mates. We were two souls chosen by the Moon Goddess. Two hearts built to beat together. And every time we connected like this, I could feel it…something deeper awakening inside me. Maxwell kissed the top of my head. “You’re quiet, my Queen. What are you thinking about?” “My breast-milk, I fed you my milk. Do you know what that means?” He shifted slightly, just enough to look down at me. “Yes, I know. I understand it will bring us more together. Besides, you can't possibly think that your breast is
Delilah I woke up this morning and nothing had changed…at least, not on the outside. My skin still glowed with that strange, warm light. It shimmered faintly, like sunlight caught in a silk veil. I should be afraid of it, maybe even panic. But I wasn’t. The voices in my head had already assured me…the moment is near. I looked beside me. Maxwell was still sleeping, his arm stretched across the empty space I had once filled. My heart softened. He looked so peaceful, so calm, so unlike the strong, commanding King everyone else sees. I always wondered how he carried so much weight…our people, our kingdom, our world, and yet somehow, he never crumbled. Leaning in, I kissed the top of his head. He murmured something in his sleep, but didn’t stir. I smiled to myself before quietly slipping out of bed. I had a crucial meeting today with the seven witches. They were already in the kingdom, waiting for me. Time was ticking. The natural light of our world…the source of balance and life…had
Delilah The moment Elder Kade appeared before me, I was surprised. I hadn’t been told of any visit from the elders. “Elder Kade,” I said calmly. “What a surprise visit. I wasn’t told you were coming.” He bowed slightly, but his eyes were restless. “Good morning, my Queen and Luna. Forgive me for showing up unannounced, but the matter I bring is urgent. The Council of Elders of Shadow Claws Pack has summoned you. It’s important.” I watched him closely. His words were smooth, but I could feel something off. He was hiding something…I could sense it in the energy around him, in the way his eyes avoided mine for too long. I looked at the time. There was no way I could delay my meeting with the witches, not even for a council summon. “I’m sorry, Elder,” I said, firm but respectful. “Whatever this is, it can wait. I have an emergency meeting right now.” As I moved to walk past him, he did something shocking…he grabbed my arm. The moment his hand touched my glowing skin, a blinding
Maxwell I don’t know what came over me. I woke up this morning feeling warm, like Delilah’s touch still lingered on my skin. The memories of our closeness last night played in my mind. I smiled, reaching for her, but she wasn’t there. The bed was cold beside me. I sat up slowly. I knew she had an early meeting with the witches, but a part of me still hoped she’d be there, just for a while longer. The room was dim, lit only by the soft, golden light Delilah had created for our kingdom. Ever since the darkness covered our skies, her light was all we had. It made me feel proud and helpless at the same time…proud of her strength, and helpless because I couldn’t protect her from the burden she carried. A notification sound snapped me out of my thoughts. My phone lit up on the nightstand. The message wasn’t even for me, it was meant for Delilah. My heart skipped when I read it: “Luna, Elder Kade is on his way to bring back our Alpha pups as we have agreed. I hope the King will unde
Maxwell The sky was gray and heavy, weighed down with thick clouds that looked ready to break at any moment. The wind howled softly through the tall trees, and the scent of rain mixed with ash filled my lungs. I stood motionless, surrounded by my guards. Cross was near, his gaze watching me closely. I could hear footsteps approaching from behind. I turned my head slightly and saw Rosa hurrying toward me, her dress soaked in rain and clinging to her skin. The two Elders followed her, their faces pale, their eyes red from crying. I didn’t need to ask. I didn’t need them to say a word. I already knew. She was gone. Delilah. My mate. My Queen. My soul. My chest felt hollow, like someone had carved a hole into my heart and ripped out everything good inside me. My mind screamed with denial, but my soul was already mourning. I couldn’t hear anything except the sound of my own heartbeat…and even that felt like it was fading. I had failed her. I was the King. The Alpha of Alphas. The
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