Kane's POV

There's something strange about Delilah. She's not like the other wolves I've met. Why did my Alpha command not work on her? Is she under some sort of protection?

I continue to pace about the monitor room, wondering at the new occurrence. No one except the Ultima and my stepbrother can withstand my Alpha commands.

Something is definitely not right with Delilah. And the way she defied my orders - direct, and with so much audacity - it fuels my rage even more.

I look down at the CCTV camera footage. There wasn't even the faintest glow in her eyes when I tried to compel her.

"Xavier! Xavier!" I call out to one of the omegas working for me and he runs in. I want to test my powers on him but an omega is an easy target. "Call me Nora and my beta, Ezekiel."

A few moments later, Nora and Ezekiel are standing in the room with me. I face Ezekiel who is unaware of what I'm about to do. I speak to him. 

"Leave the army quarters and stay in the pack house for tonight. Uh... Stamp your right foot three times, spin twice, and leave."

Immediately, there's a golden glow in his eyes and he starts doing exactly as I have commanded.

When he leaves, I turn to Nora. "My powers can work on Ezekiel but not Delilah? It's already past midnight. I need answers. Now."

"We aren't sure yet why she resists your commands but we know for certain that it has nothing to do with you. She's the different one."

"Of course, I know she's different. What makes her so? That's what I'm asking."

"Okay, Sir. We are yet to conclude with our findings. If you would give us extra time..."

"Nonsense!" I cut in on her excuses. "I have gone on over ten missions today. Do you know how many rogues I've had to capture? Did I give excuses to the Ultima? You had since the morning hours to do this. What have you discovered so far?"

Nora lets out a faint sigh. "She lost her wolf months ago. It should explain why she isn't responsive to your commands. Her mother was banished for being a warlock, and there are no records of her father or siblings."

"She really has no one?"

"Yes sir, she's all alone."

My mind flashes back to the time we took her from her pack. No one tried to help her out or speak for her.

"Don't tell her anything about her identity, especially how she's wanted for a crime we're not sure she committed."

"Yes, sir, I'll report that she's held captive here in our prisons."

"No, don't say a word to the Ultima. No one else except me, you, Ezekiel and the doctor knows she's here."

"What about her pack members? They saw us take her."

"There was a deception that we drowned her in Silver Lake. They were looking for her body there after we left."

Nora nods in understanding.

"Set up CCTV cameras in the guest room and send her over."

Nora looks surprised. "Sir, here? To your quarters?"

"Yes, and do it tonight," I reply and start walking away to my personal room when she calls to me again.

"Sir, is it safe? The ultima declared her dangerous."

I let out a sigh and turn to her. "Are you saying I should be scared of my prisoner?"

She immediately shakes her head, "No, Sir."

With that, I leave for my room. The security camera is fixed and Delilah is brought to my quarters.

The doctor has already left to come back in the morning and Nora has retired for the day. I'm alone with the woman who is driving me insane.

If the Ultima is secretly looking for her and she is immune to my powers then she must really be something. I watch her from the CCTV camera as she roams about the room. She badly wants to escape, but the room is sealed all around.

She moves desperately into the bathroom and comes out frustrated. I made sure nothing that could be used as a weapon remained in there with her.

Throughout the night I continue watching her intermittently. Most of the time she stands at the window, looking outside through the glass. Sometimes she sits down and begins to cry.  She doesn't sleep until four in the morning. That's when I slip into her room.

In the dimly lit room, I can see her body moving with the rhythm of her breathing. She seems to be deep asleep, so I assume it's safe to move closer to her. She doesn't sense my presence. I'm not supposed to be here when she's sleeping but I can't help my curiosity

She has refused to change the red gown we captured her with. I suspect there's something she's hiding within it. I carefully search one of the pockets of the dress and find nothing. Just when I'm about to check the second, she shoots her eyes open and looks at me.

Immediately she scrambles up the bed as her breathing flares up. "Why are you touching me?" She asks fearfully. "Is this why I'm here?  You want me as your personal slut? Oh my goodness. I've never been brought so low. I can't be a sex slave."

My eyes widen in alarm as she holds the bedsheet over her chest.

I take two steps away from the bed. "I have no such interests in you, Delilah."

"Then why are you here in the middle of the night, sneaking into my room and touching me. Please I can't do this. I've never known a man in my life. I've not even met my mate."

I hate to think that she's right. I would've given this a second thought before sneaking up on her like this. But I desperately needed to search her in case she had a protective amulet or something.

I can't stand the thought that someone like her is immune to my compulsive power.

I want to turn around and leave. But I won't let my prisoner have the belief that I want her for personal gain, and a sexual one at that.

With a determined look, I take two steps closer to her bed. She tries to shrink herself as she looks downwards.

"You are way beneath my standards, Delilah. I would never conceive the thought of being intimate with you. Never."

For the first time, I study her face closely under the glow of the moonlight seeping through the windows. I hook a finger underneath her chin and her eyes meet mine. Immediately, a red colour shines through her iris, and a wave of energy flows through my body.

My lips part in surprise. I shouldn't be reacting to her this way. I want to speak but I've lost all force in my voice.

No, this can't be. I had given up on finding her. But here she is, my mate. Delilah is my mate.

My wolf, Alexander, stirs. I have never felt him this pleased with anyone.

"Come on, let's have her. No one would know," he urges within me.

"No!" I say outwardly.

A crease forms between Delilah's eyebrows, her full, well-carved eyebrows, bordering those beautiful dark eyes she has.I shouldn't be thinking of her like this.

But my eyes trail down to her lips and further down to her chest. For the first time in a long time, I'm aware of the fortitudes of a woman. Alexander fights to take over and fulfil his desires. The more we stay within close proximity, the more I lose my willpower.

Kane's POV

"My mate is wounded," Alexander says within me.

Suddenly, all the strange feelings vanish from my body. Wounded?

"Yes, wounded. She can barely speak right now. We need to help her."

I withdraw from Delilah and she looks down in embarrassment. I need to do something to cover up for my awkward behaviour.

"Since you aren't comfortable with me, Nora will deal with you tomorrow."

Her eyebrows raise slightly in fear. This is not the effect I wanted on her. But it's better than having her think I'm sexually attracted to her. I'm not. And I strongly believe Alexander is confusing empathy for love.

Love is something I've banished from my heart a long time ago. There is no love in this world, just survival and loyalty.

I frown at her before turning around and leaving for my room.

"You should go softly with her if you want her wolf to heal," Alexander says.

"I would like to address this, Alexander. We have no time for unnecessary feelings okay? Don't let Delilah be a distraction," I speak inwardly to Alexander.

"You have found your mate, Kane. Mate with her soon. You're guaranteed strength, a trustworthy partner and immense pleasure... don't you want that?"

"No, Alexander, focus. We need to find out the problem with Delilah and whether she killed those sentinels. There's something mysterious about her."

"Then mate with her already. That way you can connect with her wolf. But go gently the first time, just foreplay and a little teasing would do. She's too weak to handle any vigorous..."

"Alexander!" I scold him.

"I'm only trying to help you. If you want to save Delilah's wolf, you have to connect with her and let her tell you what the issue is. That way, the mind link will be complete, and you can easily read her mind. All her thoughts and secrets will be bare to you."

"And mine? Won't she be able to read mine?" I retort.

"It's not guaranteed since her wolf is weak."

I shake my head and pour myself a drink.

"You cannot avoid this mating, Kane. Once you revive her wolf, the urge between us will be stronger than you can resist."

"Try me," I say to Alexander and drink the full bottle of whiskey. At least this will shut him up for some time. Horny wolf.

The wine takes full effect in minutes, and I doze off in my armchair. The next morning Doctor Rogers and Nora are tending to Delilah when I enter the room.

Delilah tenses on seeing me. Our stares linger before I turn my attention to Doctor Rogers.

"How is her treatment going?"

"We are giving her the second dose of cure blood. We should get all the silver out this evening. Also, we would be monitoring her to see if she still faints."

"Good," I tell Doctor Rogers. I trust him to do a fine job.

I turn my attention back to Delilah. She gives me that uncomfortable glare. Does she think I'm a pervert? Jeez! For crying out loud, I told her I would never want her. I try as much as I can to conceal my anger and turn to face Nora.

"Nora, search Delilah before she starts treatment. And make sure she changes those clothes."

"Yes, Sir," Nora replies and I leave. I have a mission to attend to. When I return I expect the silver gone and her wolf healed. From there we can proceed with our investigations.

On my way to the army house, I meet with my Beta, Ezekiel. Our boots crunch on the rocky grounds as we walk along. After working together for five years, Ezekiel has always proven his loyalty. He is slightly shorter than I am, has brown skin and low-cut hair.

"Exactly how many rogues have escaped?"

"Thirteen. I have men tracking them down already. Two have been found."

"Have you alerted the coast guard? Those rogues must not cross into the city. You know what will happen if they mix among humans."

We move to the operations room and straight to the tracking device. It picks up heat signatures from the borderline and the alarm starts to beep.

"One rogue has crossed the line. Get three hunters ready, and we'll move out in five minutes!" I hastily give the command.

"Yes, Sir!" Ezekiel replies and rushes away. He picks out three of our best hunters. We take one of the fast cars and zoom off to the coastline.

The coast guard already has its men searching the woods. Two of the hunters follow them and one follows me and Ezekiel. The rogue shouldn't have gotten far. We lose its signal on the tracking device but the hunter has already picked up a scent.

We move cautiously as we approach the road leading into the city. A toll gate blocks it midway and three human officers stand guard.

"Wait," I tell Ezekiel and the hunter, John. An open-back van approaches the toll gate.

"He's in there," John whispers to me and I nod.

We retreat and stay behind a bush to watch. One of the officers comes around to the back of the van and checks it.

"Whoa! There's a freaking wolf here!" The officer shouts.

Immediately, the rogue jumps out of the van.

"Code red?" Ezekiel asks as the rogue attacks the men.

I shake my head in reply. "Wait."

We quietly watch as the men shoot at the rogue. One has a machine gun with him. He brings it out and finishes off the rogue in a round of shots.

The brown wolf is now lying lifeless on the ground partially out of sight. We listen to the men's conversation about the incident. They think it's a normal wolf and want to file a complaint about the attack. They have no idea of werewolves. Good.

"Let's go," I say to Ezekiel and John.

We capture nine out of the ten remaining rogues. The coast guard continues searching for the last one, and we head back to base.

On reaching the alpha quarters, I freshen up and head straight to Delilah's room. Doctor Rogers and Nora are still here. More medical equipment has been put in place. Beeping sounds echo through the room from the monitor. Delilah lies still on the bed. At first glance, I can tell that she's weak.

"Why doesn't she look better?" I ask them.

"We got all the silver out of her system and she developed bradycardia. We have tried giving her medications and are watching her for any improvements." Doctor Rogers tells me.

Delilah has changed her dress and is now wearing a blue flowery gown.

"Nora, was she hiding anything in her previous clothes?"

Nora shakes her head. "No sir."

I leave them shortly after. At midnight, I check on Delilah again through the CCTV. She needs to heal fast so I can get this investigation on the way. My curiosity can't let me sleep. I'm personally invested in this case.

"A mate bond will make your work easier. You should be happy she is your mate. She is one hot girl..."

"Not now, Alexander." I shun my wolf.

"If you don't do this, you'd have to involve the oracle. And there's no way she won't tell the Ultima."

A sigh escapes my lips. Alexander is right. I need to figure a way out of this before it's too late. Delilah looks too frail already.

"If she falls into another 6 months coma, you won't be able to mind link with her," Alexander says.

I don't understand why he's trying to put me under pressure. Does he want her so bad?

The light in Delilah's room begins to flicker. I'm sure there's nothing wrong with the electricity. Next thing Delilah starts shaking vigorously in the bed.

Immediately, I rush straight to her room in a flash. Everywhere has gone berserk. The monitor connected to her beats rapidly. The lighting gets dim for one second and becomes bright again the next second. The room suddenly gets heated. Delilah continues to shake vigorously on the bed. Part of the bedsheets starts to burn.

I touch her body, scared that she's burning up but she's ice cold. Doctor Rogers needs to be here.

"No! Kiss her," Alexander says. "Form that connection, quick!" He adds impatiently.

"But she's probably convulsing!" I argue.

"Damn it! Do you want her to enter a coma? This is the only chance you have. Kiss her, now!"

My breathing comes out heavy as I look down at Delilah still shaking in bed. I put my two hands on the sides of her head and lower my lips to meet hers.

She's shaking so I deepen the kiss to maintain it. Her lips are cold in my mouth, but I continue the kiss anyway.

Placing my hand on her cheek, I try to keep her steady. A minute passes and I continue to kiss her with the passion I have for the investigation on her.

Slowly, her body relaxes and the beeping of the monitor slows down. The heat in the room subsides but her body is still cold. I withdraw from her and she opens her eyes. Alexander was right.

Our faces are just inches apart and I expect her to freak out. Instead, she pulls me in and claims my lips in a kiss.

In a matter of seconds, our tongues are dancing to a sweet rhythm.

"Mate..." A wolf purrs. The voice is soft and feminine. It's definitely not Alexander's. That means it's coming from Delilah's wolf.

My eyes shoot open in realisation. I break the kiss and look into her eyes. She's still weak, like her wolf.

"Don't stop, please. I need you for strength," her wolf speaks again. Her voice is so tempting.

If making love to Delilah would build her wolf's strength, then I'm down for it. I close up the gap between us and kiss her deeply.

Kane's POV

Either Delilah must be a virgin or she's incredibly weak to match my energy. Still, I kiss her. I kiss the hell out of her because I don't want her to die. Even if it means having sex with her, I will. She needs to be alive. I need to find out why she's immune to my powers, why the Ultima wants her dead, and what makes her so special.

I hold up her face to mine to avoid our mouths slipping from each other. She is barely able to hold up her head but I give her the support she needs and kiss her slowly. Softly. I don't stop. With my other hand, I trace down her shoulders and hold her hand. It's freaking cold, like ice.

I separate my lips from hers and look into her eyes. They trail down to my lips.

"More..." the soft voice of her wolf calls to me again.

I need to switch things up. I need to make her feel me as much as she can in this state. But how do you make love to an almost unconscious woman?

My eyes immediately move down to her legs. The previous night she woke up when I touched her. Maybe, just maybe, she will be more responsive if I roam my hands all over her active spots.

Her dress is low cut and a bit big so there's enough allowance for me to slide my hands underneath her skirt. My fingers softly draw lines over her thigh. I use my thumb to graze the lining of her panties and gently spread her legs apart.

Moving the silk fabric of her panties aside, I feel over her vulva and slightly deep my finger into her entrance. There's no response at all. I'm not a pro at these things but her walls are supposed to clench over my fingers or something.

She weakly watches me as I slowly enter her for the first time. If she keeps up like this then there's certainly going to be more. And I won't be stopping anytime soon.

I slide her panties down and slowly move my middle finger in and out of her. My thumb rubs over her clitoris, softly at first, then with more pressure. I go slowly and use my two hands. One continues to move in and out of her, and the second rubs her clit in circles.

Her leg twitches five minutes in and a look of hope lights up my face. I increase my pace, rubbing faster, stroking deeper. Her leg twitches again and a moan escapes her lips. This is the first sound she's making. I continue working on her, now, even faster than before and I feel her getting warm around my fingers. She moans, louder than before and shifts her head. Her hand presses into the bed and I feel her legs stiffen. Yet I continue. She's not there yet. I want her to be full of life.

A groan escapes her lips as I put two fingers in this time. She shoots her eyes open and another moan escapes her lips as her legs begin to shake on the bed. She draws her legs together. Quickly, I withdraw my fingers which are now covered with her liquid.

Her body stirs in bed and she continues to moan and whimper. People will hear the sound and begin to wonder what is happening. I reach up and cover her mouth with mine to reduce the sound of her moans.

This time, our kiss doesn't feel one-sided as she matches my energy. Our tongues play together and she turns to me, trying to connect our bodies. I withdraw from her and her breath comes out heavy with need.

Our eyes meet and we hold each other's gaze. Just the previous night, she panicked when I touched her dress. But today, I've gotten inside of her. I almost laugh at the thought.

Standing up erect, I continue looking at her. She watches me as if expecting more. What do I say to her in this moment? Does she really want more? No, I won't indulge her. I did this only to save her life.

"Try to stay warm," I tell her and leave the room, closing the door with a click.

I try not to think much about what happened. On reaching my room, I wash my hands and sit in my armchair to have a drink. Try to stay warm? Why on earth did I tell her that after our make-out session? Maybe it's because it wasn't a make-out session. I was only trying to save her life.

"Sure?" Alexander says within me.

"What do you mean? And where were you when everything was happening?" I asked him inwardly.

"I was letting you and Delilah have your moment. Next time, she and I will do our thing. You know, make things more rough... more beastly..."

I grimace at Alexander's words.

He laughs. "It took you a full seven minutes to get a single moan from her."

"She's a virgin! She was half-conscious! Weak! What did you expect?"

"Some more action. You need to handle strong women like that a little harder. You know what I mean..."

I close my eyes to try and get Alexander's words out of my head. Sadly, he's tied to my subconscious.

"Next time, I will handle things."

"There will be no next time!" I speak outwardly.

Alexander laughs. "Tell me you don't want to jiggle those breasts she keeps hidden underneath her clothes. You're not curious to explore her upper half too?"

"Alex!" I groan and he laughs.

"You call her a virgin, but I bet you're worse than her. Stop acting so tough and allow me to teach you some of my tricks. It comes from ancient knowledge, you know. Do it, and you'd have her vibrating while she screams out your name. Make use of that big co-"

"Shut up!" I shout, and my voice overpowers every other noise in the room.

Without waiting for a second more, I take the bottle of wine to my mouth and drink until I can't hear Alex anymore. Good riddance.

I climb up to my bed to sleep and images of my fingers digging in and out of Delilah fill my mind. Turning in my bed, I try to banish the thoughts but they only become worse. A strange feeling creeps over my body, and when I sleep, I have the naughtiest dream.