- THE POSSESSIVENESS OF HER MATES
Delilah
All eyes turned to him. “What news?” Farrell asked, his tone sharp but curious.
“We have over 200 human guests from different countries lodging in our resort as we speak. And the good news is that we have reservations for over 500 more. They’re coming to experience our wildlife park and nature. Tourism is back to our park,” the man explained, his excitement contagious.
Raymond stood up immediately, his face lighting up with joy. “Delilah! She’s the luckiest person I’ve ever known. She’s our fortune,” he exclaimed, coming over to kiss my cheeks. But before he could, a low growl filled the room.
“Take your hands off my mate,” King Maxwell warned, his voice commanding and filled with authority. Raymond immediately withdrew, his hands raised in surrender.
I felt a flush of embarrassment rise to my cheeks. It was becoming increasingly difficult to navigate the possessiveness of my mates. Who was more possessive, Farrell or Maxwell? I couldn’t tell.
“Raymond, please go with him and verify this information. If it’s true, we have a lot to do. We’ll need to secure all our borders. We can’t allow the humans to get hurt in any way,” Farrell instructed, his tone firm but calm. Raymond nodded and left with the park handler, leaving me alone with my mates. But before I could say anything, a phone rang. It was Maxwell’s. He placed it on the table, swiped to answer, and put it on speaker.
“Hello,” he said, his voice calm but authoritative.
“Your Majesty, I think you need to check your email. Two hundred new investors want to invest in our oil company. This is huge, and it’s urgent,” Cross’s voice came through the phone, filled with urgency.
Maxwell’s eyes flicked to me, a question in his gaze. “Delilah, did you do this?” he asked, his voice tinged with
awe.
I blinked, surprised. “I… I don’t know,” I stammered, unsure of how to respond. But deep down, I couldn’t help but wonder if my presence had somehow brought this fortune to them. Was I truly their luck, as Raymond had said?
“Just now, Alpha Farrell received good news, and so did I. There’s no way the two aren’t connected to you, my queen,” King Maxwell concluded, his voice steady but laced with an unspoken tension.
My gaze shifted from him to Farrell, who was staring at me as though I were the source of some great turmoil. His piercing eyes held a mix of frustration and longing, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. I cleared my throat, breaking the heavy silence that had settled between us.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said softly, trying to deflect the attention away from myself. “All of this is the goddess’s blessing to you. I know it is.” My words were meant to reassure them, but deep down, I was just as confused as they were. What was happening? If I had rejected Farrell, none of this would be unfolding. The thought lingered in my mind as I stood up to clear the table, needing something to distract myself.
“What are you doing?” the King asked abruptly, his eyes darting to the plates in my hands.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” I replied with a small smile. “There’s no maid in the house at the moment, but Raymond will hire new ones today.” I hoped my explanation would ease his concern, but his gaze remained intense.
Farrell stood up abruptly and began collecting the dishes from me. I hesitated for a moment before handing them over, our fingers brushing briefly.
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As we stood side by side, scrubbing the dishes in silence, a familiar scent filled the air, a mix of pine and something uniquely his. It was comforting yet overwhelming. Suddenly, I felt an intimidating presence beside me. The King’s hands circled my waist, pulling me closer. I quickly rinsed my gloves and set them aside, leaving Farrell to finish the dishes alone. My hands instinctively rested on the King’s chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing. His eyes searched mine, and through our mind–link, his voice echoed in my head. “I’m in Rut, and I need you,” he said, his tone urgent.
