Delilah Grey の小説・ストーリー

She could not forget how villagers always called her 'Abandoned Omega'. Every time she thought about it, it felt like a nightmare. By the way, where she was now was not a beautiful dream for her either. Falling in love with a Lycan was a bad decision that she could not even regret now. "Hey! You! Where are you going?" Delilah stopped and turned around. There were a few ladies. They were in maid's uniforms. She understood that they were royal maids. "Yes?" Delilah asked softly. Those maids glared at her. Her red nose and red eyes were visible to others.

Adelia said suddenly. My head jerked up. Lurien paused mid-step. “What is it?” She glanced at me over her shoulder, her eyes glinting with something cruel and vile. “Oh, it's nothing,” She said sweetly, smiling mischievously. “Zarelia and I have something to discuss.” Then she winked. “Don't we, ‘sister?’”

The search for Annalise had taken an unexpected turn, but one, I hoped, that would lead us to her. The forest floor, damp and littered with fallen leaves, crunched under our feet as Elara led me on a relentless trek. The dense foliage cast an eerie twilight, the only sound the rustling of unseen creatures and the erratic pounding of my own heart. Elara, a silent specter in the gloom, navigated the winding paths with an uncanny ease. Her knowledge of these woods was far beyond anything I’d expected from a young girl. Every twist and turn, every fallen log, seemed etched into her memory.

he muttered with a small smile. Lexi smiled back, “Like Gabe said I’m Lexi, his cousin, this is Rae” she seemed to be talking to us all now and pointed to the tall brunette who gave us a small nod and smile “ this is Indie” she said introducing the girl Dan had been making eyes at all night, and right now they were both smiling at each other like lovestruck fucking teenagers “and last but not least we have Delilah, Lilah for short” she said poking the blond girl in the ribs in a teasing way with a smile.

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.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Grace’s voice cracked. “Something terrible just happened and I swear by the goddess it isn’t my fault, it’s that stupid—“ Smite exchanged a look with Sarah, her expression darkening. “Speak clearly, girl.” Grace started shaking her hands, her eyes looking everywhere but their faces. “On my way there, I—I saw that useless maid, Poppy. She was coming from Lady Dahlia’s Quarters, and she had money on her—lots of it! I thought maybe she stole it from somewhere, so I tried to take it before anyone saw.”

Emily’s Point of View The knock on Delilah’s front door was light but deliberate. I knew she would open it herself . Her staff rarely hovered during the day and when she did, the sight of her face was a gift I had not expected. Puffy eyes, smudged mascara, lips trembling despite her attempts to hold them steady. The perfect mask of Silvergrove’s queen was slipping, and I got to watch it crack. I let my gaze sweep over her briefly, as if I did not notice the tears.

Eyes glowing with power that made the camera flicker and distort. Racheal. My rejected mate. The omega I'd cast aside. The Ghost Wolf I'd spent years studying, documenting, trying to understand. She looked different than the last time I'd seen her. Stronger. More confident. The uncertainty that had clung to her like a second skin was gone, burned away by whatever she'd endured in Kelly's facility. This wasn't the broken girl who'd fled my territory with tears streaming down her face. This was something else entirely. The footage showed her entering the outpost. Three minutes of silence. Then the building exploded in silver flames that consumed everything. Research notes. Equipment. The photo

'Naima Allendale,' she said in a soft voice, her eyes cast down. Looking at her closely, Channing noticed that she looked like Taissa. Her ivory-rose skin, cute button nose, the pretty face, the way her long lashes cast a half-moon shadow on her face . . . except the hair. Great, everyone now looks like Taissa, even a third-grader. Seriously, Chevrolet, have you ever heard of cradle snatching?

I watch her reaction silently fuming as his hand dips lower on her hip. Delilah quickly moves out of his grip. "It's Delilah or Lilah. Only Liam calls me Dels. And I'm actually good with mini golf for now. Thanks though." She says back to him. I'm happy with her response, even if she's mad at me I know she wouldn't go that far. "I'm just offering. If you want to use my body to piss off your ex back there I'm happy to be of service. I'll make sure you enjoy it." He deadpans, his mouth way closer to her ear than necessary.