All Chapters of Fated to the war general : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Delilah's POV Theophilus and Gregory Winslow, the rejected fifty-year-old twin sons of eighty-year-old Alpha Richard Winslow, are getting married to me, Delilah Hunt, the scorned daughter of an outcast warlock and deceased werewolf mother. This wedding is sure to be the talk of the season. The white veil covers the angry look on my face. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I grasp the bouquet of pink and white artificial roses, gripping it tightly enough to restrict the blood flow in my hands. My jaws clench as I try to contain my anger. I have one last chance to try and convince Alpha Enzo to let me out of this trap. One last chance before I do something drastic to save myself. What is a marriage without love? If not a mere contractual exchange. The Winslow pack is one of the lowliest in Avalon if not the worst. And if I'm not quick enough I will be in the far and destitute ends of the kingdom by nightfall, warming the bed of Theophilus and Gregory Winslow. The thoug

Kane's POV There's something strange about Delilah. She's not like the other wolves I've met. Why did my Alpha command not work on her? Is she under some sort of protection? Or is it because of the mate bond between us? How am I sure what I felt was even a mate bond. No, it can't be. I continue to pace about the monitor room, wondering at the new occurrence. No one except the Ultima and my stepbrother can withstand my Alpha commands. Something is definitely not right with Delilah. And the way she defied my orders - direct, and with so much audacity - it fuels my rage even more. I look down at the CCTV camera footage. There wasn't even the faintest glow in her eyes when I tried to compel her. "Xavier! Xavier!" I call out to one of the omegas working for me and he runs in. I want to test my powers on him but an omega is an easy target. "Call me Nora and my beta, Ezekiel." A few moments later, Nora and Ezekiel are standing in the room with me. I face Ezekiel who is unaware of w

Kane's POV Either Delilah must be a virgin or she's incredibly weak to match my energy. Still, I kiss her. I kiss the hell out of her because I don't want her to die. Even if it means having sex with her, I will. She needs to be alive. I need to find out why she's immune to my powers, why the Ultima wants her dead, and what makes her so special. I hold up her face to mine to avoid our mouths slipping from each other. She is barely able to hold up her head but I give her the support she needs and kiss her slowly. Softly. I don't stop. With my other hand, I trace down her shoulders and hold her hand. It's freaking cold, like ice. I separate my lips from hers and look into her eyes. They trail down to my lips. "More..." the soft voice of her wolf calls to me again. I need to switch things up. I need to make her feel me as much as she can in this state. But how do you make love to an almost unconscious woman? My eyes immediately move down to her legs. The previous night she woke

Kane"The more you keep pushing me to her, the more I'll resist. Yes, I dreamt about her but it means nothing. This mating will never happen. I have no business with petty emotions like love," I say inwardly to Alexander."So if I stop, you'll give it a rethink?" He persuaded."Nothing will ever change my mind.""Then do it for me. I want her wolf, Ashley. The mate bond serves to strengthen us."I close my eyes in frustration. Alexander has been bugging me on this issue for days now. I wish I could separate from him so he can have her as much as he wants. But he's a worthy ally in battle; I can't do away with him. Normally, we come to a compromise on disagreements, but this time I'm not changing my mind. A knock sounds on the door and Nora steps in with Delilah following behind. My eyes remain fixed on her as she stands behind Nora. "You may leave, Nora," I say without taking my gaze off Delilah. She looks better than before. Her silky black hair falls behind her back, arranged to

Kane There must be a logical explanation as to why I'm drawn to this woman. Delilah is the most stubborn person I've ever come across, second to my father. I pull on her arm, willing her to follow me back to my quarters where she was never supposed to have left in the first place. "I won't say it again, let's go!" I command her. She places a firm foot on the ground and resists my pull. "No. I refuse to let you trap me in that place. I'm sick of it." "You have no other choice. Come willingly or I'll carry you myself." Her eyes grow wide in alarm as her eyebrows crease together. I'm about to bend down to sweep her off her feet when I hear a shout from the distance. The shouts are followed by the quick movement of feet. They're faint but I can catch them with my super hearing. Immediately my eyes dart frantically through the woods. There are shadows of people running in the distance. Rogues. My mind goes alert. The pack is under attack. I bring my gaze back to Delilah who is sta