Chapter 11
Delilah’s POV
Farrell’s voice echoed close to me, rich and soothing, tugging at my consciousness. His familiar scent filled my nostrils, and I could feel the ghost of his touch on my skin. It had to be a dream, I was certain of it. As I called out to him, his sweet, comforting words answered back.
My entire body yearned for him. The kisses that landed softly on my face felt so real that, for a fleeting moment, I doubted my reality. Could it be that I wasn’t dreaming? No, it had to be. It was too perfect to be real.
“I love you, Farrell,” I murmured, half–lost in my sleep. Even though I couldn’t see him, his presence surrounded me, his scent intoxicating. But why? Why now? The man I thought was mine had been cruelly taken from me by my best friend, no less. And yet, here he was, haunting my dreams while living a reality with her.
Then, his voice broke through, startlingly clear. “Forgive me, my love. I didn’t know you were my destined mate.”
My eyes snapped open. 1 blinked, my vision adjusting to a dimly lit, unfamiliar room. There he was. Farrell, standing beside me. How could this be?
“Delilah! You’re awake?” His voice was gentle yet tinged with worry.
I tried to sit up, but my body felt too heavy. Farrell leaned forward, helping me until I rested against the plush headboard. I ignored him, my eyes darting around the extravagant room. It wasn’t mine. Where was I?
This couldn’t be real. My gaze returned to him. He looked at me with an intensity I couldn’t decipher. Against my better judgment, I reached for him, and he pulled me closer, his touch sending sparks coursing through my skin. It was strange, foreign, yet familiar all at once.
“I know you’re not really here,” I whispered, my voice heavy with emotion. “This has to be a dream.”
“You’re not dreaming, my love,” Farrell replied, his lips curling into a sad smile. “I’m here with you.”
I pinched myself hard, the sting confirming my waking state. My heart raced. This was
real?
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, pushing him away as I swung my legs off the bed. Anger flared within me, hot and consuming. Memories of the mating ritual flooded back, his rejection slicing through me anew.
“How dare you come near me after what you’ve done?” My voice rose, trembling with
fury. My vision blurred, but not from tears, there was something else. A strange energy stirred within me, wild and unrelenting,
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Farrell recoiled, his eyes wide with fear. “Delilah, stop!” he cried out, clutching at his throat. “You’re hurting me!”
His words gave me pause. Was I… hurting him? I hadn’t touched him, yet he doubled over as if in pain..
The door burst open, and a wave of cedarwood and rich earth flooded my senses. My head snapped toward the source. A tall man entered, his presence commanding and his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Delilah,” he called, his deep voice firm and soothing all at once. “Calm yourself.”
The storm inside me stilled at his words, though I didn’t understand why. I stared at him, shaken. Who was this man?
“What are you?” I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I am Maxwell Lincoln,” he said, his tone even but laced with authority. “Ruler of the seven zones and Alpha of the Shadow Claws Pack. I am your mate.”
The air left my lungs. His words hit me like a tidal wave, leaving me stunned. My mate? How could this be? I turned back to Farrell, seeking answers, but his expression only deepened my confusion.
“If you’re my mate,” I spat, turning back to Maxwell, “then what is he doing here?”
Farrell straightened, his voice shaky but resolute. “Delilah. You’re my mate too,”
I laughed bitterly. The audacity! Just last night, Farrell had chosen my best friend as his Luna, casting me aside like a broken promise. And now, he claimed me as his?
“How can I be your mate, Farrell?” Delilah spat, her voice laced with venom. “You drove me out of my home and chose my friend as your Luna. You lost any claim to me long ago. Leave now before I make you regret staying.”
Farrell’s gaze shifted to Maxwell, who stood still, observing the exchange with a quiet intensity. “Your Majesty,” Farrell said quietly, “your mate is also mine. I don’t know what the Moon Goddess is planning, but I will leave for now. We will need to discuss this.”
Maxwell’s jaw tightened, but he gave a curt nod. Farrell shot me one last, pleading look before leaving the room.
As the door closed, I turned back to Maxwell. My head spun with questions, but one thought stood out among the chaos. Two mates? What game was the Moon Goddess playing with me?
“How is that possible? I’m only human,” i murmured, confused even.
Maxwell stepped closer, his presence grounding yet overwhelming. “There’s more to you than you know, Delilah,” he said, his tone gentle but resolute. “You’re not just human. And soon, you’ll understand everything.”
My body trembled, not from fear but from the undeniable pull toward him. Whatever was happening to me, it was changing everything I thought I knew.
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And it terrified me.
“I want you to meet
“Rosa is the head healer here. You’ll need to get more acquainted with her. She’ll be attending to your health from now on,” he said.
I turned to the woman standing beside him. Her gaze was intense, filled with an odd mixture of warmth and passion. I greeted her.
“Hello, Rosa,” I said softly.
“Hello,” she replied, her voice calm yet firm, before leaving the room and closing the
door behind her.
And then, it hit me, those eyes. I remembered everything. The pull between us was undeniable. My body reacted instantly. I pressed my thighs together, trying to stifle the ache building deep within me. It wasn’t gone. The sensation was still there. Even the drugs I took to suppress it hadn’t worked completely.
“I can smell your arousal,” his deep voice broke the silence, sending a shiver down my spine. “I can feel you, even without touching you. That’s how powerful the mate bond is,” he explained.
His words didn’t help; they made it worse. I could sense his restraint cracking, his thoughts slipping through. He wanted to touch me. No–he wanted to have me. Right now, he was the one burning with desire.
“Please, stop,” I said, cutting off his thoughts. My voice was firmer than I felt inside as I locked eyes with him. Those eyes, filled with raw, unspoken desire, threatened to undo me. “May I remind you that I can hear your thoughts? Please……I need to be alone right now.”
I turned my back to him, unable to handle the intensity anymore. If he stayed, I didn’t trust myself. I might lose control.
A moment
later, I heard the door click shut. Relief washed over me as I realized he had left.
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