Delilah's POV
I kept counting down in my head, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but he seemed sincere. His eyes held actual sympathy and his body language was open and apologetic.
"It's fine," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.
"It's not fine," Mateo said firmly. He turned back to Dante with clear anger in his voice. "You went way too far. Bringing up her rejection? Calling her diseased? That's f****d up, Dante, even for you."
Dante's jaw tightened but he didn't argue, just looked away with something that might have been shame crossing his face.
Mateo sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Look, I know you're protective of the pack, but there are lines you don't cross. She's family now whether we like it or not, and Dad would skin us both alive if he knew you were treati
