Maxwell's POV
“Your Majesty, you haven’t said a word in over thirty minutes since you arrived. Is something wrong?”
Alpha Farrell’s voice broke through the fog in my mind for what felt like the hundredth time. His words were polite, but I could hear the edge beneath them, the barely restrained suspicion, the silent challenge. I didn’t blame him. I had been staring blankly at the fireplace in his office, lost in thoughts too dangerous to speak aloud.
But the truth? The truth was I did have a problem. A big one.
The Moon Goddess had cursed me.
She gave me a mate, a perfect, breathtakingly powerful mate, and then had the audacity to bond her to another man as well. A werewolf. A rival.
Delilah.
If I merely liked her before, now I loved her with every fiber of my being. And if I loved h
