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Farrell Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and hurriedly made my way out of the bathroom. My mind was still racing from the events of the previous day, the Lycans who had dared to threaten my mate. They would pay for their audacity. But as I stepped into my bedroom, my thoughts came to an abrupt halt. My breath caught in my throat, and I nearly stumbled back in shock. There, on my bed, lay a figure, asleep and serene. My heart pounded as my eyes traced the familiar curves of her body. Delilah? My mind reeled. Was I imagining things? Was she really here, or was my mind playing cruel tricks on me? I blinked hard, trying to clear my vision, but she remained, real, tangible, and breathtakingly beautiful. Her intoxicating scent filled the room, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. It was unmistakably her. My body reacted instantly, a surge of desire coursing through me. I moved closer, my steps slow and deliberate, as if afraid she might vanish if I made a

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

Maxwell I feel the air thick with the scent of damp earth, indicating the rain was about to pour. But all I could focus on was the absence of HER. Every second stretched into an eternity, each breath laced with frustration and need. Where was she? I paced beside the car, waiting. It was becoming frustrating. “Delilah.” Her name was a growl in my mind, a plea, a demand. My skin burned with the relentless pull of the mate bond, an ache so deep it felt like my bones were vibrating with the need to claim her. Why now? Of all times, why did this unbearable hunger have to seize me when HE still had her? A snarl tore from my throat as his image flashed in my mind. “Farrell”, his smug Alpha arrogance, his possessive hands on what was MINE The bastard had always been a thorn in my side, challenging me at every turn, testing the fragile patience I barely clung to. And now? Now I had to “share” her. The thought alone was a blade twisting in my gut. My claws dug into my palms, t

Delilah Maxwell gave me meat and bread to eat. After that, I had some fruits. It was a little strange to sit and eat like this, because today is the sixth day of his Rut. Six long days. Six nights without proper sleep. I never knew I had this wild side in me. I used to be scared of things like this. But now I know, sometimes you don’t understand your own strength until you face it. For now, his wild cravings have calmed down a little. He’s sleeping peacefully on the bed, completely worn out. But I’m here in the bathroom, trying to take care of my body. Rosa gave me some herbal balm and soft cloths to soothe the aching between my legs and on my skin. Six full days of intense passion. It nearly broke me. I have never seen Maxwell this possessive before. It was like his beast was fully in control. If I couldn’t hear his thoughts through our bond, I might have believed he was possessed by something dark and powerful. I sat on the edge of the tub, my body still shaking as memories fl

Maxwell My blood ran cold. “What are you talking about?” I asked sharply. “I got confirmation that she was brought here. How can she just disappear?” James looked uncomfortable. He hesitated before answering, like he didn’t want to make things worse. “Your Majesty… maybe the warriors who brought her can explain,” he said softly. “Do you remember who they were?” I opened my mouth to answer—but nothing came out. My mind was… blank. I couldn’t remember their faces. I couldn’t even remember their names. How could this happen? I never forget important things. I am a King. My memory is strong. This should not be happening. I looked at Cross. He looked just as worried and confused as I was. I could tell he didn’t understand either. “Forget it,” I muttered, feeling the frustration burn in my chest. “I must be wrong.” James nodded, but I saw the fear in his eyes. He didn’t believe that I was just “mistaken.” I turned and left the dungeons quickly, my steps heavy. Cross followed be