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122. TO SHARE HER BED

Author: Crown Imagination
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Delilah

The evening air was calm, yet my heart raced like thunder as I stood outside mine and King Maxwell's royal bedroom. The guards stepped away, sensing the seriousness in my presence. I pushed open the door without waiting for permission, my steps confident though my chest ached from the weight of what I had to do.

Maxwell stood by the window, his back to me, sipping a glass of blood-red wine. He turned slowly, a spark of surprise lighting his face before it faded into a familiar mask of pride and suspicion.

"Delilah," he greeted, his voice smooth. "Where have you been all day?”

I didn’t return his smirk. "We need to talk."

He studied me for a moment, then gestured to the chair across from him. "Sit."

I didn’t. "I’ll stand. This won’t take long."

His brow arched. "You’re angry again. I can feel it. Is this about the children? About Farrell?"

"This is about everything, Maxwell," I snapped. "About our people. About the chaos that surrounds us. About you and Farrell. And me
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  • DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE    141. THE TRAP

    Rosa stood at the edge of the palace boundary, her cloak fluttering in the soft night breeze. The moon above was dim, covered by streaks of clouds, casting long shadows across the quiet land. Around her, palace warriors lay on the ground, motionless, as if dead, but they were merely asleep, caught in a spell of her making. Their shallow breathing and peaceful expressions betrayed the illusion of danger. She waited patiently, her senses alert. Footsteps. She turned just in time to see Zod approaching, his tall figure emerging from the forest with silent confidence. He paused when he saw the scene, warriors unconscious and the boundary unguarded. A smirk touched his lips. “You did this?” he asked, voice low, almost reverent. She gave a small nod. He stared at her, stunned. “You really are with me.” Before he could take another step toward her, Rosa held up a hand and spoke quickly, her voice steady but urgent. “We’ll have time for that later,” she said. “Right now, we need to

  • DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE    140. A TRAP WITH A TRAP

    Delilah “At least, that was the plan, my queen,” Rosa added, snorting, though there was a nervous glint behind her eyes. I didn’t respond immediately. My mind reeled, trying to keep up with the revelation she had just dropped on me. My heart wasn’t racing, not outwardly. But deep inside, there was a coiling storm forming. Zod. That wretched snake. Of course, he would come up with something like this. But for Rosa to be this involved, this close to the flames, frightened me more than I wanted to admit. “Give me more details of the plan,” I said at last, voice calm but commanding. I turned away from her, pacing slowly back toward my seat. Each step felt heavier than the last. I sank into the plush cushions and leaned back, trying to suppress the weight that was pressing down on my shoulders. There had been too many plots, too many traps lately. I needed control. And to have it, I needed clarity. Rosa walked forward and settled into one of the chairs in front of my desk, folding her

  • DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE    139. SHADOWS OF THE COMING WAR

    Delilah I had barely rested my head after waking from that terrifying dream when the pack witch, Seraphine, entered my office without knocking. Her long grey robe brushed the marble floor, and the faint scent of sage and something burnt clung to her like a warning. Her eyes glowed unnaturally, as if the dream had summoned her from another plane. “My queen,” she said with an urgency that chilled me more than the nightmare, “an unexpected war is coming very soon. It is not just an ordinary one. It is the battle of the witches. And I must tell you, it doesn’t look good.” I slowly sat up, my body still sore and my chest tight from the heaviness of the dream. My eyes met hers, but I didn’t feel fear. No… it was worse than that. It was exhausting. I was weary of war, of betrayals, of being hunted even in my sleep. “I know,” I whispered. “The dream… it wasn’t just a dream, was it?” She tilted her head, sympathy softening her lined face. “No, my queen. It was a vision, though in a dream

  • DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE    138. THE FEAR THAT CONSUMED HER

    Delilah Running has never been my thing. I hate it. Anything that forces my heart to beat recklessly, anything that makes my chest heave or my legs ache, I despise it. I crave calm, elegance, and control. But right now, all of that is lost. My feet slam into the uneven earth, scattering pebbles in all directions. My lungs burn. My heart pounds like war drums inside my rib cage. Every breath feels like fire. Branches claw at my arms. Thorns pierce through my gown and dig into my skin. Blood drips, warm and fast, as I dodge invisible arrows slicing through the air. Shadows chase me. Arrows whistle past my ears. “She’s escaping!” someone yells from behind. Their voices echo like monsters in the void. I don’t understand. I’ve wronged no one. Why are they hunting me like prey? Why does it feel like the entire earth has turned against me? More arrows fly. I duck just in time. My limbs tremble with exhaustion, yet I keep running. Suddenly, a massive tree opens in front of me, its bar

  • DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE    137. LAYING HIS CLAIM

    "His smell is all over you, Rosa," Cross growled, his voice low and strained. His hands pressed into the wall beside her head, trapping her between the stone and his body. His eyes blazed golden, wild with jealousy and something deeper, anguish. Rosa's breath hitched. "Cross, listen to me…" "Did he touch you?" he demanded, nostrils flaring as he leaned closer, inhaling deeply. The scent of Zod still lingered faintly on her skin despite the distance and the fire she had started to escape. Cross's nose twitched as if every molecule of that man offended his very soul. "Yes... but not the way you think. I didn’t let him do anything. I swear!" Rosa pleaded, her voice rising with desperation. "He touched you," Cross hissed, ignoring her words as his eyes scanned her body, his mind playing out scenarios that shattered his restraint. Rosa reached for his face, cupping it. "Look at me, Cross. Nothing happened. I started a fire to escape him. You know I would never let him have me. Not wh

  • DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE    136. A NARROW ESCAPE

    Rosa’s heart skipped a beat, her expression tightening the moment Zod's words pierced the silence between them. "I want you to kill Delilah." The sentence echoed like thunder in her mind, jarring and cruel. Her breath caught in her throat, her face paled. Even though she had come to hear words from him. To manipulate him in telling her more of their plots or and next plan. She had never thought that things would turn this way. But, she knows that she has to make him think she is with him. So, she played it cool. "What?" she asked, her voice shaky, unsure if she had heard him correctly. Zod’s eyes remained fixed on her, dark and calculating, the calm mask on his face failing to hide the obsession beneath. "You heard me, Rosa. You're the only one close enough to her. No one would suspect you. It has to be you." She took a step back, the air around her suddenly too tight. "You must be out of your mind, Zod. Kill Delilah? I would never…" "Shh," he cooed, stepping closer. "Don’t be

  • DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE    135. DANGEROUS TEMPTATION

    "Don't tell me you're going to see him." Cross’s voice was low but sharp, his arms folded tightly across his chest as he stood blocking the doorway of their quarters in the healer’s wing. Rosa, dressed in a cloak of soft lavender silk, sighed heavily and stepped toward him, her hand resting on his chest as she looked into his stormy eyes. "Yes, I have to," she said calmly, though her heart beat with the weight of deception. "That is the only way he’ll trust me." Cross’s jaw clenched. She felt it beneath her fingers. "He’s using you, Rosa. Don’t be foolish. Zod is a snake. You know that. He’ll wrap you in sweet words and then poison you from within." Her fingers lingered on the fabric of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his body beneath. Cross had never claimed her as a mate, and they both knew fate hadn’t tied them with destiny’s cord. But over time, the quiet strength of his presence, his unwavering protection, and the depth of his silent loyalty had woven something else betwee

  • DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE    134. SHADOWS IN THE CHAMBER

    The flicker of moonlight streamed lazily through the tall stained-glass windows of the royal chamber. Heavy velvet curtains swayed slightly with the breeze, and the air was thick with the scent of lavender and old magic. Rowan sat on the edge of their enormous bed, her fingers trembling slightly as she lowered the enchanted phone from her ear. Her face was blank, pale, drawn tight with worry. The soft creak of a door opening snapped her from her trance. King Alexander emerged from the adjoining bathroom, his wet, muscled form wrapped in nothing but a silken robe, droplets still clinging to his skin. His steps were quiet, almost cautious, as he approached her. "You’ve been quiet since training," he said softly, lowering himself beside her. His strong hand reached for hers, and when she didn’t pull away, he kissed her knuckles with reverence. "Talk to me." Rowan didn’t speak right away. Her eyes were cast downward, heavy with thoughts too dangerous to utter freely. But then, as if t

  • DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE    133. FIRE, LIGHT, AND VENGEANCE

    The sound of chanting echoed through the mountains. At the far end of the camp, hidden beneath a dome of shimmering dark energy, Rowan stood in the center of a rune-marked circle surrounded by thirteen witches. The air crackled with raw power, the ground trembling beneath their feet as they linked hands, casting a spiraling vortex of dark flame above their heads. Rowan's long hair was unbound, flowing wildly in the wind stirred by the enchantments. Her voice rang clear over the chants, weaving ancient curses into the threads of magic. "Strength from blood… chaos from order… may the fire obey." The vortex burst outward, sending streams of crimson light across the dome. Each witch caught a stream and twisted it into something new, blades made of fire, shields of smoke, arrows of frozen lightning. They were being trained not to merely use magic, but to weaponize it in chaos. "Again!" Rowan commanded, eyes gleaming. "You must do it without words. Without weakness. A warrior’s magic

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