Chapter 13
Farrell’s POV.
Ever since I returned to the pack, my mind has been a storm, a chaos I can’t silence. What happened today? I felt it–the spark, the bond. And Cane? He felt it too. The way he howled inside me, the way he surged forward… it was too raw, too magical to ignore.
But then there was her scent–jasmine, delicate and pure, mingled with a hint of lavender. It was intoxicating, utterly addictive. I could still feel it clinging to my skin, wrapping around me, pulling me closer to insanity. But how? How is this even possible?
I already have a mate. Sandra is supposed to be my one and only, the Luna of this pack, my queen. And now this? Another mate? Delilah?
I raked my hands through my hair, the weight of it all crushing me. I know it’s not uncommon for one female to have more than one mate, but two mates for an Alpha? That’s unheard of. It defies everything I thought I knew, every law of nature.
How could Delilah, my sweet, selfless human wife, still be bound to me, yet the Moon Goddess would grant me another? The irony wasn’t lost on me. For the first time in my life, I felt like a pawn in some celestial game.
1 laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and hollow in the empty room. Was this some kind of cruel joke? And yet… there was something in Delilah’s eyes. Dangerous. Fiery. For a moment, I swore she would have killed me if King Maxwell hadn’t stepped in. What kind of power was that?
Delilah had been perfect. A beacon of kindness and strength, she earned her place as Luna not because of who I was, but because of who she was. My pack accepted her, even when she wasn’t one of us. But then the Moon Goddess intervened, tying me to Sandra. I couldn’t reject Sandra. The bond was too strong. Strong enough to twist my feelings, to make me resent Delilah for no fault of her own.
But now? If I had to choose… it would always be Delilah.
“You have to bring her back,” Cane growled in my mind, his voice raw with longing.
“It’s not that simple, Cane,” I muttered, my fists clenching at my sides. “She doesn’t want us. You saw it yourself.”
He fell silent, but his restlessness stirred within me. It was maddening, the way we were both trapped by this chaos.
Then, her scent hit me again–sharp, unmistakable, like a punch to the gut. Sandra
was near.
I stood from the bed, my body tense. I needed to move, to think, to escape this madness for even a moment. But before I could act, the door creaked open.
And there she was.
1/3
Chapter 13
Sandra stepped in, her presence commanding, her beauty blinding. My breath caught in my throat, and my body reacted instantly, betraying me. Heat surged through me, pooling low and fierce, the memory of our mating ritual rushing back. I wanted her. Needed her. Maybe, just maybe, having her again would dull the ache, help me forget the woman who truly owned my heart.
“I was waiting for you, my love,” I said, my voice low and rough with desire.
“Were you?” she replied, a sly smile curving her lips. The way she moved toward me- slow, deliberate–made my pulse race. She pushed me gently onto the stool beside the bed, her touch igniting sparks beneath my skin.
Her hands moved with purpose, unbuttoning my shirt, peeling away the fabric until it was discarded. Then my pants and briefs followed, leaving me bare under her unwavering gaze. She stood, the air between us electric, and began to strip. Each piece of clothing fell away, revealing her flawless form.
Cane stirred within me, his primal need echoing my own.
“This time, it’s my turn to please you, Farrell,” she murmured, her voice a seductive promise as she straddled me.
Her heat pressed against me, her folds brushing my hardened length, and I clenched my jaw against the surge of sensation. Two women. Two mates. Both driving me to the brink of madness.
When her lips found mine, soft and insistent, Cane surged forward, his growl tearing through me. My eyes burned red as he took control.
“Now,” he commanded, his Alpha tone rumbling with unrelenting authority. “Take me inside you.”
Sandra froze, her confidence faltering as fear flickered in her eyes. She shook her head, trembling. “No… this isn’t happening.”
But Cane didn’t care. He lifted her effortlessly, positioning her over me before slamming her down onto my length. Her scream echoed in the room as I filled her completely, her body stretching to accommodate me. The depth was overwhelming, the pace relentless.
She writhed, caught between/pain and pleasure as Cane claimed her without hesitation. I fought for control, but it was a losing battle. The primal urge was too strong, too consuming.
When I finally regained dominance, her cries had shifted–no longer of pain, but of unrestrained pleasure. I drove into her, harder and deeper, until we were both lost in the storm of sensation. Cane’s groans filled my mind, blending with my own as we pushed her to her limits.
to-
“Farrell, please,” she gasped, her hands pressing weakly against my chest. “I need to
I silenced her with another thrust, denying her any chance to escape. She was mine,
Chapter 13
and I wasn’t letting her go.
I lifted her effortlessly, pressing her back against the wall as I continued, relentless. But then, as my body moved on instinct, my mind betrayed me. All I could see was Delilah.
“Delilah,” I murmured, the name slipping from my lips like a prayer.
Sandra’s eyes flashed with fury. “I am not Delilah!” she snapped, pushing against me with what little strength she had left. “I’m Sandra! Your Luna!”
Her words didn’t reach me. My mind clung to Delilah’s image, her face, her warmth. She was all I could see, all I could feel.
Disgusted with myself, I pulled away abruptly. “Get out,” I snarled, my voice cold and final.
Sandra hesitated, her eyes wide with hurt and confusion, but she didn’t argue.
Grabbing her clothes, she left in silence. The moment the door closed, I stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
I leaned against the sink, my chest heaving, my reflection in the mirror a reminder of
failure. I had Sandra, and yet it wasn’t enough.
my
It would never be enough.
It was Delilah I wanted. Always Delilah.
回
