Novel & Cerita Delilah

Delilah stood outside the pack house, watching through the window as Kara and disappeared down the hallway. Her nails dug into her palms. This wasn’t over. Zarek could say whatever he wanted. He could choose Kara, defend her, carry her around like she was something precious. But Delilah had spent too many years by his side to let some weak little human steal everything she’d worked for. Not now. Not ever. She turned, disappearing into the darkness, already planning her next move. And this time, she wouldn’t fail.

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

"A lady is at the main entrance. She's not part of the guests; I guess she came in today, and she insisted on seeing Beta Caleb." "A lady?" I repeated, my interest piqued. "Describe that lady," I said to Ragnar. "The closest omega," Ragnar replied. "She's the only one who could be the person. She's tall, about five to six feet tall, and she's wearing a short red gown. She said her name is Delilah." "Delilah," Caleb repeated after Ragnar, his voice low and even. "Delilah is here? How? Why? Who allowed her in?" It was as if there was a backstory I didn't know about.

“You have an army. You have the mist. You have me. Well, you had me. However, you still chose to go after her. Why, if you didn't, you would have not lost all the power that you have.” “Call it curiosity or mistake that I made. Call it the anger that I felt towards myself at the fact that I lost her, that I believed you when it came to my daughter being dead.” I turned from him, hiding the subtle twitch in my fingers. “She’s stronger than I anticipated. And love, it makes people desperate. She's not like Sienna though she is also my daughter. She does not carry the same fire. Sienna is weak. She was raised to submit and raised to stand back. Her body is strong, however she's not as fierce. <

Delilah's pov Her perfume hit my nose before she even spoke. Too sweet, too sharp and it turned my stomach instantly. She was already smiling when she got to me. It was obvious that she wanted to appear harmless but that smile couldn’t fool me. Especially not tonight. "Delilah, isn't it?" she said, her voice like honey. "I'm Giana." I nodded, my mind a whirlwind of confusion. "I know who you are," I said, my voice a little shaky. "What do you want?"

Alex likes the idea. By mindlink, he calls Delilah, and when she knocks on the door and enters, she bows and shows her neck. - Alpha Alexander, Alpha Michael, how can I help? - Come in, Delilah, sit down. We need to talk to you. Delilah was a 25-year-old, beautiful, muscular woman. An extraordinary warrior who had found her mate in a young man. His mate was a baker in the pack and when he turned 18, he found out that his mate was a 20-year-old warrior. He thought she would reject him, but she was the most loving lady in the world, nothing like she appeared to be. She had a little 1-year-old pup, w

She started to trash around when she felt someone touching her. "No! No! Leave me, Kevin! Please! Don't kill me, please! Kevin! Please don't stab me, Kevin!" Delilah shouted out loud in panic while thrashing around. "Delilah! What the hell?! Wake up. It's just a dream! Wake up! You are safe. It's just a dream. Delilah!" The voice shouted loudly near her ear, trying to grab her attention. Nothing worked but his last word, stopped her struggle.

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.

Zoe shook her head. ‘Livia?’ I furrowed my brow, the name sounding familiar. ‘Dean’s mate. The one that’s the little sister of Nebrodi’s Delta.’ Henrik filled in the blank. “I find it as unbelievable as you, but Delilah believes she isn’t lying. I didn’t ask what methods she used to torture her, but this is a hormonal Delilah in the protective mode of a mate she can’t mark for months.” A female that I assumed was Luna Katrina sighed.

“I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you everything. Just don’t hurt him.” I didn’t look at her. My gaze remained locked on Caspian’s face as I asked quietly, “Everything about what?” She swallowed. “About Delilah.” That made my grip tighten instinctively. “Speak,” I ordered. Her voice trembled at first, but she forced the words out. “Delilah... is the Moon Chosen.” My entire world came to a standstill. "What?" “She is the one foretold in the ancient prophecy,” Tessa continued, her voice gaining strength. “The one destined to stand against the dark force rising beyond the Sacred Forest. The one who will prevent the corruption of our lands…