042, POSSESSION, JEALOUSY
Delilah
“Welcome back home, Delilah. It’s good to have you back.” Raymond’s voice startled me from behind as he walked closer to where I stood in the kitchen.
This kitchen, once stolen from me, was now mine again. The familiar scent of fresh herbs and the warmth of the stove brought back memories of happier times. I was making breakfast, something Farrell always loved. The sizzle of bacon and the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, creating a sense of comfort and belonging
I turned around, and Raymond was already in front of me. Raymond,” I said softly, and without hesitation, he pulled me into a tight hug. His embrace was warm and reassuring.. He peppered my face with kisses, making me laugh. “Let me have you to myself before your possessive mates come in here,” he joked, his voice light and teasing. I laughed even more, the sound echoing through the kitchen.
But the moment was short–lived. “Will you take your hands off her?” Farrell’s warning voice cut through the air like a sharp blade. Raymond immediately pulled away, though his smirk remained.
“What was that?” I asked Farrell, my voice tinged with amusement. But before I could say more, he pulled me to his chest and kissed me deeply. My body reacted instantly, a surge of warmth and desire coursing through me. The mate bond between us was powerful, almost uncontrollable. It was as if the world around us faded, leaving only the two of us in that moment.
Farrell pulled away too soon, his eyes still locked on mine. Finally, I’ll have breakfast from you. I’ve missed this, Delilah,” he said, his voice soft but filled with longing.
“Exactly,” Raymond chimed in, already setting the dishes on the table and sitting down comfortably. He served himself with a grin, clearly enjoying the tension in the room.
I couldn’t help but smile, my eyes lingering on Farrell’s for a moment longer. The intensity of my feelings for him was overwhelming. Fuck, is this how it always feels?
“Why don’t you both eat and get some strength? You can continue from where you left off later,” Raymond teased, breaking the tension. We all laughed, the sound filling the kitchen with a sense of ease.
“Come, let’s eat,” I said to Farrell, gesturing toward the table. He nodded and sat down, his gaze never leaving mine. I dished out his food and then my own, and we began to eat in comfortable silence.
Farrell’s eyes remained on me, his intensity almost palpable. I could feel the desire radiating from him, and I knew he was thinking the same thing I was. If we didn’t break this tension soon, we’d lose control. I cleared my throat, trying to distract myself. “I didn’t see any of our maids. What happened?” I asked, suddenly remembering that the familiar faces were gone, replaced by strangers who also seemed to have vanished.
“Sandra sacked all of them and brought in another set. I dismissed them yesterday. Don’t worry, I’ll employ new ones today,” Raymond explained, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.
“Wow,” I said, my voice tinged with surprise. “A lot has happened here.” My mind drifted back to the time when Sandra was just a guest in this house, memory that now felt like a lifetime ago.
Farrell’s hand gently touched mine, pulling me back to the present. “Stop thinking about the past. Eat,” he said, his smile soothing the turmoil in my heart. I nodded, pushing the thoughts away. He leaned in for another kiss, and I gave in willingly. But just as our lips met, someone interrupted.
“I am also in need of my morning kiss,” King Maxwell’s voice boomed through the room, breaking the moment. We pulled away, and I stood up immediately, leaving Farrell’s side to welcome the king.
“My King, ” I said, bowing slightly. His strong arms enveloped me in a hug, and our lips met in a deep, sensual kiss. It felt as though we had been apart for days, not hours. The connection between us was undeniable, a force that neither of us could resist.
Someone cleared their throat, and I pulled away, though Maxwell’s possessive hand remained on my waist. “You smell like him,” he whispered into my ear, his voice low and tinged with something I couldn’t quite place. Embarrassment washed over me.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured, my voice was so low he could hardly hear me.
“It’s not your fault, Delilah. This is how the moon goddess wanted it. It’s not in our power to fight it, even if we wanted to,” he said, his words heavy with meaning. Farrell who had heard every word, didn’t take it well.
“Your majesty, with all due respect, may I remind you that she is my wife,” Farrell said, his voice firm and laced with tension.
“And she is my destined mate,” Maxwell replied, his tone equally sharp. The air in the room grew thick with tension, and I could feel the situation spiraling out of control.
“Can you both please calm down?” I interjected, trying to diffuse the situation. “My King, come and have the breakfast I made myself.” I took his hand and gently pulled him toward the table, hoping to ease the tension. He followed, sitting down beside me.
I glanced at Farrell, his jaw clenched tightly. I knew I would need to talk to him later. He needed to understand that this was beyond our control. The moon goddess had decided our fate, and we had to find a way to navigate it together. Making things difficult for me wouldn’t help anyone.
We ate in silence, the tension between the two men palpable. They exchanged glances, their rivalry evident. It was almost comical, like watching two children vying for attention.
Just as the silence became unbearable, the door opened, and a man I recognized as our park handler walked in. ” Good morning, Alpha. I have good news,” he announced, his voice filled with excitement.
