Chapter 14
Delilah sat on the couch while the pack doctor carefully tended to her bruises.
When the antiseptic hit her wounds, she hissed in pain, but her mind was stuck on that ice-cold look in Sylvae’s eyes back at the warehouse.
Something was off.
Way off.
Same face, but those eyes, that vicious edge-nothing like the doormat “Sylvae” she’d been walking all over for months.
“Shit-” She gripped the couch arm tighter, making the doctor apologize quickly: “Sorry, almost done.”
Delilah waved him off impatiently, signaling him to hurry up.
After the doctor left, she got up to grab some water and clear her head.
Walking down the hallway, she heard two omega servrnts whispering in the corner, clutching an envelope.
…Luna said to give this back to her after the bonding ceremony, but since it got interrupted, what do we do?”
Shh! Keep it down! If the Alpha finds out we messed up what Luna asked us to do…”
Delilah’s eyes narrowed as she crept closer. “What are you two talking about?”
oth omegas jumped, one nearly dropping the envelope. Seeing it was Delilah, they looked even more terrified. “Delilah…”
What’s that?” Delilah held out her hand. “Hand it over.”
he omega hesitated, then passed it to her. “Luna gave this to us before, said to return it after the ceremony… but since it didn’t happen, we weren’t sure…”
elilah’s pulse quickened, though she kept her expression sweet. “I’ll take it to her-I was going that way anyway.”
nce the staff left, she rushed to her room, locked the door, and tore open the envelope.
side were handwritten notes in neat script:
Theron is allergic to dairy-never give him that.*
Hates sweets, only drinks black coffee, no sugar.*
Stomach meds in his office desk, second left drawer.*
elilah’s hands started shaking.
ylvae already knew everything about Theron-why write this stuff down?
nd why have the staff return it to “herself” unless…
Delilah’s heart started pounding.
Inless the woman in this house wasn’t Sylvae at all!
he grabbed her phone and dialed frantically: “I need a full background check on Sylvae Fenwick. Everything, especially her whereabouts the last three
nonths!”
After hanging up, she shoved the notes deep in her jewelry box and took a breath to steady herself.
The moment she opened her door, she came face-to-face with Sylvae coming up the stairs.
They locked eyes, the air crackling with tension.
Delilah forced down her panic and smiled sweetly. “Luna Sylvae, Theron’s in his office. Maybe you should… bring him some warm milk?”
She watched Sylvae’s face, looking for any slip in the mask.
2020
Sylvae slowly raised an eyebrow, her gaze moving from Delilah’s bruised face to the milk glass in her hand. Then she smiled coldly and took the cup-
SPLASH!
Hot milk went flying straight into Delilah’s face!
“Ahhh!” Delilah screamed and stumbled backward, milk dripping from her hair down her clothes. “Are you out of your fucking mind?!”
Sylvae dropped the empty glass, letting it shatter on the hardwood.
She smirked with pure disdain: “That’s what the help is for. Who the hell are you to order me around?”
Delilah trembled with rage: “How dare you-”
‘What’s all the noise?” Theron’s voice cut through the air as he emerged from his office, taking in the scene with a frown.
Sylvae crossed her arms, completely unrepentant: “I threw it. Problem?”
the glanced at Delilah with disgust. “At least I don’t hide behind fake bullshit like some people.”
he turned and walked away, her heels deliberately crunching over the broken glass.
Delilah looked at Theron with wounded eyes: “Theron, why is she doing this to me…”
heron was quiet for a moment, his gaze following Sylvae’s retreating form. Then he said something that made Delilah’s blood freeze: “Her bonding ceremony ot ruined. She’s pissed-I can understand.”
le looked back at Delilah. “It’s not worth getting worked up over. Go clean yourself off.”
elilah felt like she’d been slapped.
le was actually taking that bitch’s side?
