Delilah's POV
“Your Majesty,” Farrell called, his voice steady but laced with urgency. “Now that we’ve cleared the air, can my mate stay with me, just for today? I need time alone with her to resolve our differences.” His request hung in the air, directed at King Maxwell, who stood rigid, his jaw clenched tightly.
Maxwell’s silence spoke volumes. Jealousy burned in his eyes, though he fought to keep it hidden. Under normal circumstances, I would have refused without hesitation. But after what I had witnessed today, I felt powerless to deny either of my mates anything.
“Alpha Farrell,” Rowan interjected, her tone diplomatic yet firm. “We understand your desire to bond with your mate. It is your right, as the goddess has willed it. However, don’t you think it’s best to ask Delilah hersel
