Delilah's POV
My chest went tight. The air in the room turned thick and suffocating like someone had sucked all the oxygen out.
I stood frozen in the doorway with my hands clenched at my sides while heat crawled up my neck and into my face.
"At least now we know how to climb the ranks," Dante added in that same casual tone like he was discussing the weather. "Just spread your legs for the right wolf."
The kitchen tilted. My vision narrowed to just them sitting there so comfortable and confident while they tore me apart.
I wanted to say something. Anything. But my throat had closed completely and I couldn't force a single word past my lips.
"Look at her just standing there," Mateo said. He leaned back in his chair and took a slow sip of his coffee like he had all the time in the world
