“I won’t let them hurt you again,” I whispered fiercely. “I swear it.”
Before I could say more, a maid stepped in, bowing low.
“Alpha,” she said, her voice careful. “Lady Delilah is here to see you.”
My jaw tightened. “I said no visitors.”
“She insisted…”
“I don’t care,” I snapped, my voice cracking like a whip. “No one enters this room.”
But before the maid could respond, Delilah swept in anyway.
“My Alpha!” Her voice carried a practiced tremor as she hurried toward me, skirts swishing. “I came as soon as I heard—Myra—oh, the poor darling has been found!”
Once, I might have mistaken those trembling lashes for sincerity. But now? Now I saw her for what she was. Every sigh, every quiver, practiced to perfection. Her chin lifted not with sorrow, but with pride too brittle to hold. He
