Farrell stood alone in the middle of his dimly lit bedroom, the heavy silence pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. The phone trembled in his hand, his knuckles white from gripping it too tightly. On the other end, he could still hear them…Delilah and Maxwell. Moans. Panting. Groans of unfiltered ecstasy. Each sound sliced through him like a blade, carving pieces out of his soul. It was her voice, Delilah’s voice, soft, breathless, overwhelmed with pleasure. “Goddess, Maxwell, you’re killing me,” she cried, her words slurred in passion. Farrell’s knees buckled slightly. He staggered back, catching himself on the edge of the bed. He should’ve ended the call the moment he heard it. But he couldn’t. He didn’t. Maxwell had answered. On speaker. And now, Farrell could hear everything. Their pleasure, their whispers, their cries. Delilah wasn’t holding back, and neither was Maxwell. The sounds were graphic, raw, and deeply intimate. Farrell felt like a trespasser in
Delilah The sun cast a warm golden glow over the palace garden, spilling light over the lush greenery and flowers that danced in the gentle breeze. Delilah walked slowly along the cobbled path, her long dress brushing over the trimmed grass. The four pups…her children…ran ahead, giggling and chasing one another, their laughter echoing like music. Rosa walked beside her, calm and elegant, her eyes flicking from the children to the flowering bushes around them. It had been a long time since Delilah felt this sense of peace. Still, something heavy sat in her chest. The pups played on, each showing flashes of magical talent. Amanok held his palm up and summoned a ball of water from the nearby fountain, spinning it midair before launching it gently at Beka. She squealed and retaliated with a gust of wind that knocked leaves into the air. Alec conjured sparkling lights that floated like fireflies while Diana summoned vines to create a crown of flowers for her mother. "Mama, look what I
Delilah Never in my life did I imagine I could love two powerful males at the same time. But here I am, caught in the middle of a destiny that feels far too heavy for my heart to carry. A fate that was never meant to be simple… and one I can never run from. Sometimes I miss the days when I thought I was just a human woman. Back then, life was simple. My heart belonged to just one man. Farrell. The man who waited patiently for me. The man who taught me what love felt like, deep, real, and unconditional. I cherished those moments. But now, everything has changed. Like a wave crashing against a peaceful shore, truth hit me fast. I discovered my real identity, my connection to the Moon Goddess, and the unimaginable powers that come with it. Now I am burdened. Two mates. Both possessive. Both selfish in their own way. They think only of what they want, me. Neither has stopped to ask why the goddess gave us this bond. Why me? Why them? A Lycan princess, mated to a werewolf and a Lycan
Delilah “Excuse me, have you seen Sandra around?” I asked one of the girls I often saw nearby. “No, Luna. I’m looking for her too,” she replied. I left them and headed toward the group gathered under the big tree, preparing the girls for tonight’s event. “Luna,” they greeted me with respectful bows. “Thank you. Has anyone here seen Sandra?” They all shook their heads. Where could she be? Of all days, she knows I can’t handle this alone. I need her to prepare me for tonight. She’s the only one who knows what to do. This is uncharted territory for me. I married my husband just a few weeks ago, but we haven’t mated yet. I’ve been postponing it ever since the wedding. I’m human, and he’s the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. I’ve heard stories about how intense Alphas can be during mating. I’m scared because I’ve never done anything like this before. Sandra warned me that Farrell would likely mate with me repeatedly for an entire week after marking me. She also told me that a were
Delilah My heart pounded in my chest. I wasn’t running a marathon, yet I was breathless. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead. What kind of joke was this? How could someone become another person’s mate in just a few hours? Three hours ago, we were all together, and she wasn’t his mate then. How could things change so suddenly? The heat rising inside me grew unbearable, making my heart race uncontrollably. It felt as though the pills I had taken were kicking in sooner than expected. I stepped closer to my husband and stood in front of him, my heart thundering as my trembling hands cupped his handsome face. His gray eyes locked on mine as I opened my mouth. “Farrell! Tell me this is a joke. You can’t be married to me and talk about another mate. This has to be a lie, right?” His expression darkened into a frown as he removed my hands from his face. “This is no joke, Delilah. She is my mate. I feel the mate bond, and I can smell her intoxicating scent.” He shoved me aside, and I
Maxwell I had been attending meetings non-stop since morning, and they had drained every ounce of my energy. I left Milton yesterday after a long journey. As soon as my jet landed, my Beta, Cross, who is also my closest friend, informed me that I had five meetings to attend. Now, it’s almost eleven at night, and this last meeting is still dragging on. I might not even make it back to my pack tonight. I raised my hand, signaling to Vale, my PA. He approached swiftly. “Yes, my king?” “Book me a presidential suite. I won’t make it to the pack tonight.” “Yes, my king. I’ll handle it right away.” He scurried out, disappearing through the door. The meeting continued, but I had already lost interest. This last session involved me and other Alphas from the surrounding zones. They had been at each other’s throats since the moment the meeting began. I could have left and let them sort out their mess, but as the King ruling over these territories, it was my duty to mediate.
Delilah Throughout the drive, I cried until there were no more tears left, but the sobs wouldn’t stop. The most pressing issue, however, wasn’t the tears but the constant ache in-between my legs. My insides felt like they were on fire. I noticed the driver glancing at me occasionally through the rearview mirror. I knew what that look meant. He was a wolf. He must have caught the scent of my arousal, something Sandra once warned me about. She said that if a wolf is in heat and unmated, she could attract unwanted attention from other male wolves. Trouble. That’s what she called it. I reassured myself that the driver wouldn’t try anything, but the way he kept sneaking glances my way confirmed that he could smell it. When I finally stepped out of the car, the stares began. People looked at me like I was their next meal. I rushed inside the building, my heart pounding. Even the front office staff were wolves, and the way they stared at me sent chills down my spine. After confirming
Maxwell How I found myself at her door was still a mystery to me. I couldn’t explain it. I could feel her, our mate bond was so strong that I couldn’t control myself. Even though she was far away, I could still feel her pain. But why didn’t she feel it? It seemed like her thoughts and mind were elsewhere. Yet, she clearly needed help. Her actions and desires didn’t match her appearance. Three things stood out to me. First, she longed to be with someone, even though she was still untouched. Second, she was in deep pain, someone had hurt her badly. Third, she didn’t care who I was. She treated me like I was just a fleeting stranger. When she cried, I felt it. It hurt so much I could hardly bear it. I wanted to take all her pain away. This feeling was different, unlike anything I had experienced before. Last night, I had to block Zion out. He wanted her too. He was so frustrated he nagged at me. But whatever happened wasn’t entirely my fault, Zion was to blame. What I didn’t un
Delilah Never in my life did I imagine I could love two powerful males at the same time. But here I am, caught in the middle of a destiny that feels far too heavy for my heart to carry. A fate that was never meant to be simple… and one I can never run from. Sometimes I miss the days when I thought I was just a human woman. Back then, life was simple. My heart belonged to just one man. Farrell. The man who waited patiently for me. The man who taught me what love felt like, deep, real, and unconditional. I cherished those moments. But now, everything has changed. Like a wave crashing against a peaceful shore, truth hit me fast. I discovered my real identity, my connection to the Moon Goddess, and the unimaginable powers that come with it. Now I am burdened. Two mates. Both possessive. Both selfish in their own way. They think only of what they want, me. Neither has stopped to ask why the goddess gave us this bond. Why me? Why them? A Lycan princess, mated to a werewolf and a Lycan
Delilah The sun cast a warm golden glow over the palace garden, spilling light over the lush greenery and flowers that danced in the gentle breeze. Delilah walked slowly along the cobbled path, her long dress brushing over the trimmed grass. The four pups…her children…ran ahead, giggling and chasing one another, their laughter echoing like music. Rosa walked beside her, calm and elegant, her eyes flicking from the children to the flowering bushes around them. It had been a long time since Delilah felt this sense of peace. Still, something heavy sat in her chest. The pups played on, each showing flashes of magical talent. Amanok held his palm up and summoned a ball of water from the nearby fountain, spinning it midair before launching it gently at Beka. She squealed and retaliated with a gust of wind that knocked leaves into the air. Alec conjured sparkling lights that floated like fireflies while Diana summoned vines to create a crown of flowers for her mother. "Mama, look what I
Farrell stood alone in the middle of his dimly lit bedroom, the heavy silence pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. The phone trembled in his hand, his knuckles white from gripping it too tightly. On the other end, he could still hear them…Delilah and Maxwell. Moans. Panting. Groans of unfiltered ecstasy. Each sound sliced through him like a blade, carving pieces out of his soul. It was her voice, Delilah’s voice, soft, breathless, overwhelmed with pleasure. “Goddess, Maxwell, you’re killing me,” she cried, her words slurred in passion. Farrell’s knees buckled slightly. He staggered back, catching himself on the edge of the bed. He should’ve ended the call the moment he heard it. But he couldn’t. He didn’t. Maxwell had answered. On speaker. And now, Farrell could hear everything. Their pleasure, their whispers, their cries. Delilah wasn’t holding back, and neither was Maxwell. The sounds were graphic, raw, and deeply intimate. Farrell felt like a trespasser in
Maxwell I stared at her, stunned by the words that had just left her lips. "I want to take the pups to Blue Moon Pack… to spend some time with Farrell." My chest tightened. My jaw locked in place. I blinked at her, hoping she would take it back. But she didn’t. Her eyes held a calm conviction that only made the fire inside me burn hotter. "You're leaving?" My voice came out low, cracked, almost hoarse. “You just got back, Delilah. And now… you want to leave again?” She opened her mouth to speak, but I raised my hand, stopping her. “You’ve been gone for months, Delilah,” I whispered. “Do you even understand what that did to me? I thought I lost you. Every night, I went to sleep hoping you’d walk through that door, and every morning, I woke up shattered because you didn’t.” She stepped closer, but I moved back. “You came back and for a moment, I thought, just for a moment, that maybe, the pain was over. That I could hold you again without fearing you'd vanish. But now you want
Farrell "I need to take Delilah home," I said again, louder this time, standing firm in front of the King. The moment the words left my mouth, the entire atmosphere changed. King Maxwell's smile disappeared. His body stiffened, his eyes flashing with something raw and dangerous. "No," he growled. "You will not." A low rumble rolled from his chest, the room trembling with the weight of his anger. "This is her home," he said sharply. "She belongs here, with her King. With her pups." I matched his anger, stepping closer, refusing to back down. "I’m her mate," I said, my voice rough with the possessiveness surging through me. "I have just as much right." Maxwell's eyes darkened further, his muscles bunching as if ready for a fight. It would have exploded between us if not for Delilah. She stepped between us, calm but firm. "Rosa," she said over her shoulder, never taking her eyes off us. "Please take the pups inside." Rosa, sensing the tension, quickly ushered the children
Delilah The moment our steps hit the training ground, everything stopped. I could feel their eyes on us, stunned, wide-eyed, filled with disbelief and then something deeper... something like hope. And then…He moved. King Maxwell broke into a run, faster than I had ever seen him move before. "Delilah!" he cried out, his voice rough and broken. I barely had time to catch my breath before he scooped me into his arms, holding me so tightly I could hardly breathe. His hands roamed my back, my arms, my face, checking, desperate to make sure I was real, that I was whole. Tears shone in his eyes, and without hesitation, he kissed me, once on my forehead, once on my cheek, once on my lips. Fast, frantic, overflowing with relief. "My goddess... Delilah," he whispered against my skin. "You’re here. You’re alive." I clung to him just as tightly, feeling his heart hammer against mine. He pulled back, cupping my cheeks, his thumbs brushing away tears that spilled from his own eyes. "I
Maxwell The sun rose slowly over the palace, casting golden light over the training fields. The warriors had already gathered, both werewolves and Lycans, standing tall and ready. Today was not just another day. Today, we prepared for war. I stood before them, my hands behind my back, my eyes sweeping over the hundreds of warriors who had come from every corner of our land. Their faces were filled with determination. They knew what was coming. The council of elders and the Alphas of the five main zones were waiting inside the grand hall for the meeting to begin. I took one last look at the training ground, then turned and walked into the palace. Inside, the room was buzzing with quiet conversation. When I entered, silence fell. Everyone rose to their feet, bowing their heads in respect. "Please," I said, lifting my hand. "Sit." They obeyed, and I took my place at the head of the long stone table. "This war is no longer a rumor," I said firmly, meeting each pair of eyes.
Delilah The room was warm and quiet, lit by the soft glow of candles. Farrell and I sat on the large bed, facing each other, almost afraid to blink. It felt unreal. After everything… after all the pain and loss… Here we were, together again. I reached out with trembling fingers and touched his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the familiar curve of his lips. He caught my hand and pressed a kiss into my palm, closing his eyes. "I missed you," he said, his voice raw. "Gods, Delilah, I missed you so much I thought I won't be able to see you again.” Tears blurred my vision. "I missed you too," I whispered. "Every second. Every heartbeat. I missed you." Without another word, he pulled me into his arms. His mouth found mine in a kiss so deep, so desperate, that it stole all the air from my lungs. I melted into him, clutching his shirt, feeling the steady beat of his heart. Farrell lifted me gently, laying me down on the soft mattress as if I were the most precious thing i
Delilah The morning came slowly. The sky was still gray when I opened my eyes. I hadn't really slept. All night, I stayed by my mother’s side, watching her sleep. I watched how her chest rose and fell with each breath. Maybe… maybe I was just scared. Scared to lose her again. The pain of losing her once almost destroyed me, especially when I was told that her brother was responsible for her death. I couldn't bear it happening a second time. But now… Now she was here. She was alive. The Moon Goddess had brought her back to me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I reached out and gently brushed her hair away from her face. She looked so peaceful… so fragile… but alive. I whispered a prayer of thanks under my breath. Aunt Kala entered quietly, carrying a wooden tray filled with a small bowl of porridge and a cup of steaming herbal drink. "Good morning, child," she said softly, giving me a warm smile. "Good morning, Aunt Kala," I whispered back. She placed the tray on the sm