Delsin Rowe Novels & Stories

Delilah greeted her warmly and led her to the hidden room, away from prying eyes. The woman introduced herself as she sat down across from Delilah. "I’m Rose," she said, her tone clipped and free from hesitation. Delilah leaned forward slightly. "What can I help you with?" "There’s a popular artist named Rowan Wilder," Rose began, her gaze sharp and unflinching. "He sabotaged my career, ruining my reputation. I want him executed." Delilah’s lips parted briefly in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure. "Alright," she said smoothly. "Any specific method of execution?"

Goddess, how much more beautiful can she get? Her eyes found Rowan, curiosity flashing in them. “Good morning, everyone. This must be the King’s sister?” I stood, my hand instinctively settling on her waist. “Delilah, meet my elder sister, Rowan Lincoln.” Delilah smiled warmly. “It’s a pleasure meeting you. I’ve heard about you.” Then, with a small smirk, she added, “And thanks for the compliment. I heard your thoughts.” Rowan’s expression flickered with surprise. “Wow… it’s already happening?”

“So this is the famous house of doom and paranoia. Nice cameras, Lane.” Miles came after him, bigger, quieter, steady eyes. He nodded at Dawson like he didn’t need words to say everything. Then Rowan stepped in. She moved with calm confidence, dark hair pulled back, a faint scar near her eyebrow, boots that looked like they’d walked a thousand miles without complaint. Her gaze landed on Dawson and softened, unmistakably. She didn’t rush. She just stepped close and touched his forearm like she was checking a pulse. Like she knew exactly where his body held its tension.

Of a truth, Sasha was heartbroken to hear Rowan enjoying another woman asides her. She was not the first woman in his life but had hoped to remain the last. She bit at her fingernails absent-mindedly on her bed. She curled in anger. How could Rowan do this to her? If he was dicking down another woman, why did he have to pick up her call? Had he no respect for her? In anger and revenge, she sought out the number of her ex. His name was Dashiell, a gamma werewolf. He was a strong man in battle.

But especially, not before Finn’s death. It would make her harder to discard. It would make her more powerful and complicate everything. He needed a new plan. And he needed it fast. Delon walked straight to Elder Rowan’s house. The night was cold, and the air seemed to hum with tension. Rowan greeted him warmly, as if he had been expecting him. “Beta Delon,” Rowan said, smiling. “What brings you here so late?” Delon bowed slightly, his expression polite. “I need your advice,” he said.

Kael’s jaw tightened, but the pressure eased a fraction. I heard Lunessa’s name more than once as Markel and Rowan spoke. Each time, Rowan’s expression darkened further. Then he broke away and strode toward us. “Kael Nightborne,” he said, voice clipped. “I’m Rowan. Alpha of Ashencoil Valley.” “And you’re not pleased to see us,” Kael replied. His tone was calm, but it held an edge. His power pulled back slightly, though it did not disappear. “Did you really think you needed two dozen wolves to take me down?”

she said. Selina and Raven exchanged a look. So Selina really hadn’t imagined seeing Kendall in Blue Moon territory. But why Rowan? “I’m Rowan the Great. Welcome to my home. Nice to meet you,” Rowan said with fake confidence as he stepped forward.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

" Li-lah asked Maria. For the first time , Maria took a good look at the woman who had saved her. She finally remembered where she knew her. "aren't you that dancer at fuego's elementary event?" Li-lah smiled. "Yes I am. I'm Delilah Sanchez." "How did you know I needed help?" She asked suspiciously. "I have my ways of getting into situations like this ma'am." Li-lah replied. "I was at your place. I wanted to see you. I saw how the car zoomed off and I felt something wasn't right so I followed you. It turns out my instinct was right."

But it was there. "Am I interrupting something important," he asked, "or just another meeting pretending not to be a fight?" Rowan's expression did not change. "You're late." The man smiled. "Then I'm right on time." He stepped further into the room and set his phone on the table. Silas Crowne. Elara knew it before Rowan said the name. She had heard it enough by now. Business rival. Developer. Too successful to be ignored, too relaxed to be trusted fully.