Chapter 9
Maxwell’s POV.
“Your Majesty, with due respect, Delilah is still my wife. How can my wife become your mate?” His jaw clenched as he spoke, and it irritated me. I tried my best to stay calm, knowing this wasn’t about me. It was about Delilah. For her sake, I would tolerate any disrespect.
Taking a deep breath, I composed myself, making sure not to let my irritation show.
“As I said earlier, Alpha Farrell, I was also shocked when I discovered the truth. But it doesn’t change the fact that, Delilah is my destined mate.” I paused, letting my words sink in as I observed their reactions.
“And just like you once said, you’ve found your true mate. I’m happy for you. At least now you understand what it feels like to find the one who completes you.” My tone was steady, though his glare held an unidentifiable emotion.
“Congratulations, Your Majesty. But Delilah is just a human. How could she possibly be your mate?” The woman beside him asked, her voice shaky.
“Perhaps, you don’t know this, but it’s time you did. Delilah isn’t human.”
The room tensed immediately. Alpha Farrell’s expression was unreadable, while his mate’s shock was written all over her face. Watching them react was oddly satisfying.
“Excuse me, Your Majesty, but that’s impossible. I dated Delilah for six months before marrying her. I know I married a human woman, not-” His words faltered, and I cut in firmly.
“This isn’t why I called you here. I didn’t summon you to discuss what your ex–wife is. I called because she needs your help.”
His attention sharpened, his shock fading into concern. Even his mate seemed intrigued, but I couldn’t tolerate her presence any longer.
“I’d like your mate to excuse us. This is a personal matter.”
Farrell glanced at her, their silent exchange filled with unspoken tension. She furrowed her brows and shook her head, clearly reluctant. I knew her type, but I wouldn’t let her provoke me. For Delilah’s sake, I held my composure.
“Sandra, you heard His Majesty. Please wait for me outside.”
Her reluctance was evident, but she eventually stood and had the audacity to meet my gaze before leaving. I shook my head and turned back to the matter at hand.
Once the door closed, I faced Alpha Farrell again.
“Your Majesty, is Delilah… alright?” His voice wavered, though he still referred to her as his wife. That didn’t bother me for now.
‘She’s sick, and the healer says she needs your help.” I hesitated, unsure how to say
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what needed to be said. His brows furrowed as he waited. “You… need to get intimate with her,” I finally admitted, looking away.
“You can’t let him touch what’s ours,” Zion, my wolf, growled in my mind. I ignored him, suppressing the same burning jealousy I felt.
Farrell looked stunned but quickly masked his emotions. “I can’t betray my mate by being intimate with someone else,” he said bluntly.
“She’s not just anyone, she’s your wife, and she needs you. I would do anything to save my mate, even if it means letting another man touch her. Her life is on the line,” I pleaded.
He stood and began pacing, his conflict evident. I knew it wasn’t easy for an Alpha to betray their mate, even if that mate wasn’t their true one. Still, I couldn’t tell him the
truth about his mate being a fraud.
“Can I see her?” His voice cut through my thoughts, sharp and resolute.
I stood, both relieved and tormented. “Please, follow me.”
He nodded, and we left my office. The palace guards bowed as we passed, and soon
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we reached the drawing room where his Luna waited.
“Your Majesty,” she greeted with a bow, her tone laced with suspicion.
“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait here. This matter is between us,” I said firmly.
Her face hardened, but she nodded reluctantly. Farrell and I stepped into the elevator, the tension between us growing as we approached my chambers.
When we reached Delilah’s room, Rosa greeted us. She smiled knowingly at Farrell, likely recognizing his Alpha aura.
“How is she?” I asked, rushing to Delilah’s side and taking her frail hand.
“She’s holding on, but we need to act fast,” Rosa replied.
I stepped back, allowing Farrell to approach. His face softened with worry and regret as he sat beside her. He took her hand gently and pressed a kiss to it. The sight sent a sharp pang through my chest.
“Delilah,” he whispered, and her eyes fluttered open weakly.
“Farrell? Is that you?” she murmured, tears spilling down her cheeks.
I watched as he kicked off his shoes and lay beside her, cradling her head against his chest. He whispered apologies, his voice thick with emotion.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I hurt you deeply. Please, forgive me, my love,” he said, his voice breaking.
My own eyes stung with unshed tears. I couldn’t bear to watch any longer. Silently, I turned and left the room, my heart heavy with jealousy and pain.
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