Delilah gazed at Stephen, her eyes filled with curiosity.Delilah: "Why don't I know about your stepbrother?"Stephen sighed, reminiscing.Stephen: "He was a few years older than me, and when he left, you were hardly a year old, I guess."Delilah: "But why did he leave? Why did your father treat him as the maid's son then?"Stephen's expression shifted, revealing the complexity of the family history.Stephen: "From what I heard, Dad was trying to protect him. Being my father's first son, whose mother wasn't alive anymore, he was in a lot of danger, posing a threat to weaken my father. He was a stubborn kid, always throwing tantrums and running away, causing problems, getting jealous of my mother and me. He even got kidnapped a few times, almost getting my father killed. So, Dad decided to give him to the omega to raise him, which he didn't like, and he ran away. My father tried to find him a lot, but he was just…lost."Delilah furrowed her brows, absorbing the intricate details.Delil

It was 11:00 pm, and Stephen had yet to return home from work, leaving Delilah restless with worry. Nathan had already drifted into sleep, and the minutes dragged on as she anxiously awaited his arrival. Unable to contain her concern, she called Stephen, but he didn't answer, escalating her apprehension.When Stephen finally entered, weariness etched across his face, Delilah's relief mingled with frustration. Approaching him with a furrowed brow, she seized his laptop bag, demanding answers.Why didn't you pick up my call? Do you know how worried I was? And why so late today? Have you ever had dinner?" she fired off, her concern bubbling into anger.The room was bathed in a soft glow from the bedside lamp as Delilah fired off her questions, concerned about lacing her words. Stephen, wearied from a long day, loosened his tie, attempting to address her worries. "I'm not hungry," he replied wearily, signalling his exhaustion.As he headed to the bathroom, leaving Delilah in a state of pu

The living room, dimly lit, buzzed with tension as Stephen addressed the gathering, "Some days back, if you all remember, the Patrol leader was here suspecting Jonathan to be behind this, he began", his voice carrying the weight of accusation.Ashley, unable to contain herself, interrupted, "But then it was proven that he wasn't in the region when this kidnapping happened. He was in a different city, and the letters that he wrote me are already submitted."Stephen sighed, a subtle indication of his impatience. "I know. Would you mind if I finish my talk first? Let me point to the culprit first, and then let's start this question-answer round."The air thickened with anticipation as Stephen continued. It was like a slap for Ashley as his tone remained rigid and firm, a stark contrast to the tension in the room."The handwriting was confirmed, and the letters indeed had been written by Jonathan only. Which proves he was in a different city when Nathan was kidnapped," Stephen declared, hi

NOAH'S HOUSEDelilah cautiously pushed Noah's room door ajar and caught sight of him deeply engrossed in a tense phone conversation. The room, bathed in the soft glow of a table lamp, held a lingering air of secrecy."Noah, I've told you a hundred times not to call me on my number. Why?" There was a palpable pause, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. Noah's furrowed brow betrayed the gravity of the discussion. "Give me some time to think and don't call me again." With a swift motion, he hung up, turning around to find Delilah standing there."Delilah? You... I..." Noah stammered, visibly shocked. His eyes, still reflecting the remnants of the conversation, met Delilah's gaze."Busy?" she asked casually, seemingly unaware of the tension that lingered in the room."No, I mean, I was just talking to a friend. Come in," Noah replied, his tone attempting to mask the underlying unease. Delilah stepped into the room, taking in the ambiance that seemed to hold the echoes of the c

Upon arriving home, they strolled up the driveway, where attentive guards swung open the front doors to welcome them into Stephen's elegant mansion. Once inside, the guards swiftly secured the entrance, locking the door behind them.Damon and Jennifer took sleepy Nathan away, giving them some privacy as they went to his personal mansion, a few blocks away from the pack mansion."So, what's the surprise?" she asked, her voice huskier than normal.She was ready to throw off her heels and slip out of her dress. There was nothing she wanted more than to get lustfully lost in a world with Stephen."Where's the chess game?" he asked her. His voice replicated her own, deeper than normal.She couldn't help but smile as she led the way to her room, making sure to sway her hips a little more than normal. She wanted—no, needed—him to desire her as much as she desired him.The moment they arrived in front of her door, Stephen pushed her in and locked the door behind them. Her heartbeat quickened