Lahat ng Kabanata ng DESTINED TO BE QUEEN: LYCAN KING UNEXPECTED MATE : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

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

Maxwell The morning after our intense encounter in the conference room, I woke to find the sheets beside me cold. Delilah wasn’t there. Panic jolted me upright until the scent hit me, sweet, thick, intoxicating. Her heat. My wolf howled inside me. I found her curled on the floor of her room, her body trembling, soaked in sweat, clutching a pillow to her chest as her scent flooded the air. Her heat had started, so sudden and overwhelming. She looked up at me with glassy eyes, lips parted, and her voice weak. “Maxwell… please.” I swallowed hard, my body reacting immediately. But I remembered what she said. She didn’t want just me. She wanted both of us. I grabbed my phone, hands shaking. “She’s in heat,” I told Farrell when he answered. “It started. Today. I gave my word… so if we’re doing this, it’s now.” “I’ll pack a bag,” he said simply. I booked out an entire private resort on the southern coast, no staff, no guards. Just us. It was designed for luxury, but now it would se

Delilah lay in the large bed, wrapped in soft white sheets. Her body ached in ways she couldn’t describe. The heat was over now, but what remained was the pain, deep, throbbing, and all over. Her muscles trembled even when she tried to sit up. She had never gone through something so intense in her life. Her body had been shared, loved, and claimed by two powerful men, King Maxwell and Alpha Farrell. They were both strong, passionate, and dominant. And yet, they had both shown her a softer side afterwards, something she never expected. Maxwell sat by her side, brushing her hair away from her face. Farrell stood near the window, preparing a tray of food with fruits, warm soup, and herbal tea. There was no servant around. The two men insisted on doing everything for her themselves. “You need to eat,” Farrell said softly, placing the tray gently in front of her. Delilah gave him a tired smile. “I’ll try.” Maxwell helped her sit up while Farrell carefully fed her a spoonful of warm b

The Magic Kingdom, hidden behind layers of enchantment and centuries of secrecy, was alive with whispered secrets and veiled intentions. Deep within its polished marble halls and golden domes, two dark hearts beat in rhythm, Zod and Sandra. Zod’s quarters were unlike any other in the palace. Draped in obsidian silks and embroidered gold, his chamber exuded a false warmth, a luxurious mask over the danger that lived within. Polished stones reflected the dancing lights of floating lanterns, and the sweet scent of burning sandalwood clung to every surface. The room, lavish and isolated, was fit for royalty, though Zod wore no crown, yet. He was the favoured shadow. The most loyal to Rowan was handpicked for his ruthlessness and his bloodline. His father had once been the Beta of the powerful Shadow Claws Pack, back when Queen Arabella and King Kael, King Maxwell's parents…still ruled. But betrayal had tainted those golden years. Rowan had plotted their fall, and Zod's father, torn b

The moon was high and glowing blood-red through the enchanted windows, casting streaks of crimson across Zod’s chamber. The fire had long since dimmed, reduced to glowing embers, but the heat in the room hadn’t lessened. It had only grown stronger. Sandra stirred beneath the sheets, her skin damp with sweat, her limbs aching with both pleasure and need. She thought the first wave had passed. She was wrong. A low growl escaped her throat as the second stage of her heat crept in like poison in her veins. Her body pulsed with hunger again, this time deeper, darker, more consuming than before. It wasn’t just a craving…it was a demand. Zod sat at the edge of the bed, shirtless, hair tousled, a thick scar running across his back like a mark of wars past. He had been sharpening a blade to pass the time, his muscles rippling with every controlled movement. But the second her scent changed, he dropped the dagger. He didn’t need to look back to know. She was burning again. “Zod...” Her