Chapter 20
Delilah’s POV.
Little by little, I’m’uncovering truths about myself I never imagined. I used to think I was human, that’s what I was raised to believe. Whenever I felt strange like this in the past, I would faint. My nanny would always give me some herbal concoction, and after a few days, I’d feel better.
But now I understand those episodes for what they were: I was in heat.
The realization sends a shiver down my spine. I’ve always felt different, but I ignored it, told myself it was nothing. Now, all the pieces are falling into place, and I’m terrified of what I’m becoming.
Since that night with Maxwell at the hotel, everything about me has changed. My body feels different, heightened. It’s as though every nerve in my body is alive, pulsing with energy I don’t know how to control. I can hear Maxwell’s thoughts so clearly, as if they’ re my own. But it’s not just him–I can hear others, too.
The first time it happened, I thought I was losing my mind. But no, this is real. It’s me.
Then there’s the energy. That terrifying, all–consuming power. The other day, it surged through me like a tidal wave, and I nearly killed Farrell, my husband. The memory of his shocked face haunts me. I could have ended him without even meaning to.
What am I?
A part of me knows the answer, but I can’t bring myself to fully believe it. I am a Lycan? It feels impossible, yet the signs are undeniable. But something is wrong…I don’t have a wolf. Every story I’ve ever heard says Lycans have wolves. So what does that make
me?
I need answers. I need my nanny. She’s the only one who’s ever been there for me, the one who knows everything about my past. Where is she? She should be here, guiding me, telling me who…what…I truly am.
I pace the room, frustration and confusion clawing at me. My cravings for Maxwell have only grown stronger. It’s like a hunger I can’t satisfy. The ache between my legs burns hotter with every passing moment. Damn it, I’m aroused, and I can’t stop it.
For three days, Maxwell has kept me locked in his room. He says it’s for my safety. Maybe he’s right. If I leave, will I put myself…or others…in danger? Now that he’s claimed me, he can sense where I am at all times. At least he’ll be able to protect me if something goes wrong.
But the walls are closing in on me. I can’t stay here anymore. I need to move, to breathe. Maybe walking around will help calm this insatiable need. Or perhaps I can find my nanny and get the answers I so desperately need.
I decided to change. Rummaging through Maxwell’s closet, I find some of my own
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clothes neatly folded inside. I dress quickly…blue jeans, a blue tank top, and a
chocolate–brown jacket. Pulling on my boots, I brush my hair, letting it fall loose down my back.
I spot a set of car keys on the dresser and grab one. My heart races as I step toward the door. If I’m going to do this, I need to move fast. There has to be another way to deal with this heat, and I’m going to find it.
As I leave the room, palace guards bow in greeting. Their deference unsettles me. It’s like they know something I don’t. I nod back and step into the elevator, trying to ignore the way the maids and guards stare at me.
I know why. They can smell my arousal.
The thought makes my skin crawl, but I push it aside. Maxwell isn’t here…if he were, he’d already be onto me. A sly smile crosses my face at the thought of
outmaneuvering him.
Outside, I press the car key remote. A car chirps in response. I followed the sound to the garage and a sleek black sports car came to my view. I slide into the driver’s seat, and ignite the engine. The car purrs to life beneath me, and for a moment, I forget everything but the thrill of the machine.
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Driving through the pack, I can’t help but admire its beauty. It’s like a city of its own, complete with hospitals, gardens, markets, malls, and elegant homes. I notice men watching me as I pass. Their gazes linger, unblinking, and in the rearview mirror, I can see they’re not looking away.
I slow as I approach the border and roll down the window. The guards bow deeply when they see me and open the gate.
I don’t recognize them, but they seem to know who I am. They look like warriors.
Finally, I arrive at my nanny’s house, but unease washes over me. Men are stationed around the property like sentinels, their stances rigid and watchful.
I park and approach cautiously. Something about the way they look at me makes my skin crawl. Then it hits me, the scent of my arousal.
This is bad.
Their gazes are predatory, their intentions clear. I take a step back, heart pounding, but stumble into something solid.
I turn, and a shadow falls over me. A middle–aged man with long silver hair tied into a ponytail looks down at me.
For a moment, he seems familiar, but I can’t place him.
Goosebumps rose on my skin as he chuckled darkly. His presence exudes danger, but
I force myself to stand and dust off my clothes, pretending to be unaffected.
He studies me as if he knows me, his expression shifting between surprise and
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amusement.
“Well, look who we have here,” he says, his voice low and mocking. “The princess who was supposed to be tamed is wandering around freely.”
Princess? Me? What is he talking about?
“Hello, Delilah,” he continues, his tone dripping with mockery. “It’s been a while. How about we go inside and talk?”
He says it like a question, but I know it’s not. It’s a command.
Whoever this man is, he isn’t someone I can defy. But I don’t trust him. He knows me,
which should be reassuring, but the thoughts in his mind tell a different story.
I can read them clearly.
He’s my uncle.
And he’s here to hurt me.
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