LOGINAcross the room… Delilah slowly stood up perfectly steady, healthy and she was laughing.The sound chilled him more than the poison as his eyes widened.Impossible.He watched her stand and watched her brush imaginary dust from her gown. Then she smiled at him."No..."Delilah walked toward him calmly."No?" she repeated, then slapped him.The crack echoed throughout the chamber."You fool."Delon staggered backward. Shock consumed his face.His wolf was already fighting desperately against the poison, but losing fast."How?"The question came out hoarse and Delilah laughed again."You spent so many years manipulating others that you forgot something important."She leaned closer. "You're not the only one capable of lying."Delon's breathing became ragged."The wine...""The wine was fine." His eyes widened."The cup wasn't."Understanding finally dawned and Delilah smiled."There we go." She clapped mockingly. "At least you aren't completely stupid."His face twisted with horror. "
The two sat opposite each other at the table and anyone seeing them now would assume they were lovers celebrating a bright future together.Neither would suspect that both secretly wished the other dead."Three days," Delilah said softly.Delon poured wine into his cup."Three days.""You'll finally become Alpha."His chest swelled. The title already sounded perfect."Alpha Delon." Delilah smiled. "It suits you."He leaned back proudly. "Doesn't it?""Oh yes." She lifted her glass. "To Alpha Delon."Their glasses touched.Neither noticing—or pretending not to notice—the murderous intentions hidden behind their smiles.The crystal glasses touched with a soft chime."To Alpha Delon," Delilah repeated, raising her glass.Delon smiled and drank. "To our future."Delilah drank as well but neither trusted the other. Neither intended to see the other survive the night. Yet they continued smiling and the feast progressed slowly.Servants moved in and out of the chamber, replacing empty plates
The moment Delon left the council hall, he headed directly toward Delilah's chambers.The healer happened to be exiting as he approached."Beta Delon."The old man bowed respectfully.Delon returned the greeting with a troubled expression that would have convinced anyone who saw it."How is she?" he asked quietly. "The news was... difficult for her."The healer sighed."It would be difficult for anyone. Luna Delilah fainted from shock and emotional exhaustion, but there is no cause for concern. She only needs rest."A faint smile appeared on Delon's face."Good."The healer nodded."She should recover by morning.""If she needs anything, inform me immediately.""I will."After the healer departed, Delon stared briefly at Delilah's chamber door.A strange smile slowly spread across his face."Recover by morning?" He chuckled softly."Unfortunately, there won't be a morning for you."Turning away, he mounted his horse and rode toward Elder Rowan's estate.The old elder welcomed him warm
For one horrifying second, it felt as though even the air itself stopped moving.Then chaos exploded. Cries rang out instantly.Some elders slammed fists onto tables in rage while others cursed loudly in disbelief.One omega among the servants burst into tears near the entrance.And suddenly— Delilah cried out sharply before collapsing dramatically onto the floor.Several elders jolted in alarm.“Lady Delilah!”Delon immediately rushed forward with convincing concern. “Take her back to her chambers!” he barked at the guards. “And call the healer immediately!”The guards obeyed swiftly, carrying her unconscious body out of the hall.The moment she disappeared through the doors, Delon slowly straightened again, his face still painted with grief.Inside however? He was smiling.It took several minutes before the hall finally settled enough for words again.Then Elder Rowan rose slowly from his seat.SLAM!His cane struck the stone floor heavily and the noise silenced everyone instantly.“
Night had fully descended upon the Nightclaw Pack.The wind blew cold across the mountains, carrying with it an uneasy stillness that made even the guards at the western gate feel restless. Torches flickered violently against the stone walls while clouds gathered heavily above the dark sky, threatening rain.It was during that strange silence that one of the sentries suddenly narrowed his eyes toward the distant path.A horse racing toward the gates.No— Not racing… Stumbling.The animal galloped unevenly, breathing harshly as though it had been pushed beyond its limits. Its rider hung limply over the saddle, unmoving beneath the darkness.“Open the gate!” one of the guards shouted immediately.The moment the horse crossed into the courtyard, it gave a strained cry and halted abruptly.And the rider fell. His body hit the ground with a sickening thud.Several guards rushed forward instantly, kneeling beside the fallen man while others surrounded the area cautiously.The metallic scent
The meeting with Elder Rowan did not last long.It did not need to because both men already understood each other perfectly.By the time Delon stepped out of Rowan’s estate and returned to his own quarters, the afternoon sun had begun to dim behind heavy clouds, casting long shadows across the stone corridors of Nightclaw Pack.He pushed open the chamber door casually, already loosening the clasp around his wrist—Then stopped.Delilah stood beside the open window, her back facing him.The curtains danced softly around her figure as cool wind slipped into the room, carrying the scent of rain.For the briefest second, genuine surprise flashed across Delon’s face.Surprise then irritation. Sharp and instinctive.But just as quickly, it disappeared beneath his usual smooth smile.Unfortunately for him…Delilah saw it. Every bit of it.A slow smirk curled inwardly inside her chest, though none of it reached her face.Interesting.So he truly did not expect her here or he is expecting someo
The night felt wrong. Too still and too quiet.Even the wind seemed to be holding its breath.Delon rode back toward his estate under the cover of darkness, boots splashed with soil that still clung beneath his nails.He didn’t look back. Not once.Meanwhile, a soft knock sounded on Delilah’s chamb
Rogue king! The brother Finn never speaks of.“I was told you were dead,” I whispered.Knox’s lips curved faintly—not a smile. “So was I.”Silence stretched. Then my chest burned.Not pain but Heat. A slow, spreading warmth that curled deep inside my bones.I gasped, pressing a hand to my heart.Kn
The pack gathered beneath the open sky.Silver banners rippled in the morning breeze, their sigils gleaming beneath the rising sun. Drums echoed through the courtyard, steady and ceremonial, as wolves filled the space in orderly rows.Today was meant to inspire hope and indeed, the pack looks like
Knox stood before the wide table in his study, one hand resting on the edge as he studied the southern borders marked in ink and blood-red pins.“The investigation must be thorough,” he said calmly. “No assumptions. No mercy for lies.”Across from him, Beta Stefan nodded. “Our scouts are retracing