Chapter 10
In the bridal suite, Sylvae sat quietly before the mirror as the makeup artist worked on her face.
The she wolf in the reflection was stunning, virtually unchanged from three years ago-except her eyes held a sharper, colder edge now.
She traced the lace on her ceremonial gown with her fingertips, a ghost of a smile playing at her lips.
Outside the door, Delilah peered through the crack, watching Sylvae’s reflection with clenched fists.
Just as she’d suspected-Sylvae wasn’t really the “understanding Luna” at all!
This was all some game to manipulate Theron’s feelings.
What a bitch!
What made it worse was that Theron had actually agreed to this public bonding ceremony. Even if it was just for show, it made Delilah sick with jealousy.
Sylvae…” Delilah whispered, her eyes flashing with venom. “Think this little performance will show me up? Dream on, bitch!”
she turned and walked away, her heels silent on the carpet.
A few minutes later, Theron pushed through the door.
le looked devastating in his ceremonial black suit, but his face was tight with annoyance.
le glanced at Sylvae’s reflection in the mirror. “I’ll go through with this bonding today, but after this, you back the hell off Delilah.”
ylvae lifted her head, meeting his gaze through the mirror with disturbingly calm eyes.
he didn’t answer, just made a soft “mm” sound.
heron’s brow furrowed.
omething about Sylvae felt off, but he couldn’t figure out what.
1st as he was trying to place it, his phone exploded with noise.
Alpha, we’ve got a problem!” His Beta’s voice was panic. “Delilah’s gone missing!”
heron’s face drained of color. Without a second thought, he tore out of the room.
Meanwhile, at the airport departure gate, Nyra was double-checking her boarding pass when her phone buzzed.
nasty text from Delilah: “Even on your special day, Theron will still pick me over you. Guess we know who his real mate is, right?”
fyra read it without any reaction, then pulled out her SIM card and snapped it cleanly in half.
RACK.
The sound was sharp and final.
She tossed the pieces in the trash like she was dumping three years of lies and suffering.
Back at the ceremony venue, the whole place was buzzing with confusion. Pack members whispered frantically while the elder of the council stood frozen at
the altar, unsure how to handle the mess.
In the bridal suite, Sylvae waited and waited for Theron to return.
She finally stood to see what was going on when the door slammed open.
Elliot stood breathless in the doorway, his face terrifyingly dark.
His suit was messed up, sweat in his hair-he’d obviously been running around.
“Sylvae,” his voice was raw with barely controlled rage, “something’s happened to Delilah. We’re calling off the ceremony.”
Sylvae looked at him with those eerily calm eyes, then actually smiled. “Theron, you’re really going to ditch our bonding ritual for some random Omega?”
Theron went rigid, then his voice turned arctic: “She’s not random! If you hadn’t been such a bitch to her, she wouldn’t have snapped!”
Sylvae shook her head, something like pity flickering across her face. “Goddess, you’re so pathetic.”
Theron was about to lose it when his phone rang again.
He looked at the caller ID and went white as a sheet.
