Masuk
Delilah's POV
"After graduation, you're mine. Publicly. No more hiding."Jaxon's lips brushed against my neck as he whispered the promise. We were tucked behind the library in our usual spot where no one could see us. His hand slid under my shirt, fingers tracing patterns on my bare skin that made me shiver.
"You promise?" I breathed out. "After three years of this, you'll really claim me in front of everyone?"
"I swear it." His ice blue eyes locked onto mine. "Three more days until graduation. Then I become Alpha and no one will ever hurt you again. You'll be my Luna and they'll have to respect you."
I wanted to believe him so badly it hurt. For three years at Riverbend University, I endured hell. Male wolves grabbed my ass in hallways and called me easy. Female wolves spread rumors that I slept with professors for grades. They called me whore's daughter every single day because Mom dared to date again five years after Dad died.
But Jaxon made it bearable. My fated mate, the future Alpha who loved me in secret and promised salvation was coming.
His hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my jeans. I gasped when his fingers found me already wet for him. He groaned against my throat.
"You're always so ready for me, baby." His fingers circled slowly, making my knees weak. "I can't wait to have all of you. To fill you up and mark you as mine."
My hand found the bulge straining against his pants. I stroked him through the fabric and felt him grow harder under my touch. He bucked into my palm with a low growl.
"Delilah." His voice was rough with need. "Three more days. Just three more days and I'll take every inch of you after I claim you publicly. I'll make you scream my name where everyone can hear."
His fingers worked faster and I bit my lip to keep quiet. The pleasure built and built until I shattered against his hand, trembling in his arms. He held me through it, whispering promises about our future together.
"I have to get to class," I whispered when I could breathe again.
He kissed me softly. "Tonight. Meet me here tonight and I'll make you come on my tongue."
I nodded and slipped away from him, straightening my clothes as I headed back toward the main campus. My body still hummed with pleasure and my heart felt light for the first time in weeks. Three more days. Just three more days until everything changed.
The lightness died the moment I walked into my healing arts lecture.
"Look who finally decided to show up." Sarah's voice rang out across the classroom. "Probably late because she was on her knees somewhere earning her grade."
The class erupted in laughter. I kept my head down and moved toward my usual seat in the back.
"I heard Professor Davis failed her last exam," another girl added loudly. "Guess she'll have to work extra hard to convince him to pass her. On her back, probably."
More laughter. I sank into my seat and pulled out my notebook, ignoring the whispers and pointed looks. This was normal. This was every single day of my life at Riverbend University.
A male wolf named Kyle walked past my desk and deliberately knocked my books to the floor. "Oops. Maybe if you weren't such a clumsy whore like your mother, you'd be able to hold onto things."
I bent down to pick up my books, biting my tongue to keep from responding. Fighting back only made it worse. I learned that lesson in my first year.
The lecture dragged on forever. Professor Davis called on me twice just to watch me stumble through answers while the class snickered. By the time it ended, I was exhausted and Storm was whimpering in my head.
Just three more days, I reminded myself as I gathered my things. Three more days and Jaxon claims me and this all stops.
I headed toward the bathroom before my next class. The hallway was mostly empty since everyone was either in lectures or at lunch. I pushed open the bathroom door and froze.
Sarah stood by the sinks with three other girls. They all turned to look at me with cruel smiles on their faces.
"Well, well." Sarah crossed her arms. "If it isn't the whore's daughter. We were just talking about you."
I tried to back toward the door but one of the girls, Michelle, moved to block it.
"Where do you think you're going?" Michelle asked. "We're not done with you."
My heart started pounding. This felt different from the usual taunts. More dangerous.
"Your mother is a disgrace," Sarah said as she walked closer. "Spreading her legs for another man before your father's body was even cold. What kind of woman does that?"
"A slut," one of the other girls answered. "Just like her daughter."
"My mom waited five years," I said quietly, hating how my voice shook. "She mourned Dad. She's allowed to love again."
"Love?" Sarah laughed. "Is that what you call it? She fucked her way into a new relationship because she couldn't stand being alone. Just like you're trying to fuck your way through university."
"That's not true."
"Everyone knows you're sleeping with professors for grades," Michelle added. "Like mother, like daughter. Both of you will spread your legs for anyone who gives you attention."
"Stop talking about my mother like that." Anger flared hot in my chest. "You don't know anything about her."
"We know she's a faithless whore," Sarah said. She was right in front of me now. "And we know her daughter is just as pathetic and desperate."
"Take it back." My hands clenched into fists.
"Or what?" Sarah shoved me hard. I stumbled backward and hit the wall. "You going to fight me? The weak little reject who can't even defend herself?"
The other girls closed in around me. I was surrounded with my back against the wall.
"Your mother dishonored your father's memory," Sarah continued. "She spat on his grave by dating that Beta from Nightshade Pack. The whole pack knows what she is. A disgusting slut who couldn't keep her legs closed."
"Shut up!" I shoved Sarah back.
The moment I saw Sarah's eyes flash with rage, I knew that was a big mistake.
Delilah's POVThe Alpha Council came on a Tuesday.I was grinding feverfew at my herb station when Margaret walked in from outside with her face set in stone and her hands gripping the doorframe like she needed it to hold her up."Council wolves just came through the main gate," she said. "Four of them. Full formal delegation with Alpha Thorne leading."My hands stopped on the pestle. "Thorne is here personally?""He's not the only one. Beta Crest is with him. And two council elders I don't recognize from any of the local packs." She lowered her voice. "They're meeting with Corbin right now and Ryker was called in five minutes ago."Stella appeared behind Margaret with wide eyes and a face that had gone pale. "They brought a formal summons. I saw the seal on the paper when they walked past."I set the pestle down and wiped my hands on a cloth. "A summons for who?"Margaret looked at me and I already knew the answer before she said it."You."The summons reached me within the hour. A y
Delilah's POV The weeks after Jaxon left were the quietest the compound had been since I came back.The gossip didn't stop but it changed shape. People still stared when I walked through the kitchens and the whispers still followed me between the healing center and my cabin.But the word "deviant" showed up less and the word "healer" showed up more, and somewhere around the fifth week Goss came back to the healing center with a new gash and sat on my table without making a single comment about my personal life.Dante didn't miss a morning.Six weeks straight he was on that training field at dawn and I was there beside him and we fought hard enough that the rest of the world shut up for an hour. He hit back now, matching me strike for strike, and I'd started landing combinations Helena would have been proud of.After sessions we'd stand on the field catching our breath and sometimes we'd talk about the weather or a supply shipment or whether Margaret's new bone saw was better than the
Delilah's POVI asked to see him the next morning.Corbin arranged it in the small meeting room off the Alpha's house with Ryker standing outside the door as a witness that the conversation happened on Nightshade terms, not Riverbend's.Jaxon was already inside when I walked in. He stood up the second the door opened and his ice-blue eyes locked onto me with a hunger that made my skin crawl because I'd seen that look before on a different face in a different life and it had meant nothing then either.He looked worse up close. The scar on his jaw was raised and pink like it hadn't healed properly. His cheekbones cut sharper than they should have and the shadows under his eyes were deep enough to hold water. His hands were shaking at his sides and he kept clenching and unclenching them like he couldn't control the tremors.His wolf was dying. I could feel it through the old bond, a faint ragged pulse where there used to be a steady hum. Whatever connection had survived the rejection was
Delilah's POV Three days after Mateo's rejection, a runner came through the eastern gate at full speed during the morning shift.I was elbow-deep in a wound irrigation when Stella burst through the healing center door with her face white and her hands shaking."Delilah. You need to come outside.""I'm with a patient.""Now."Her voice made me look up. Margaret was already moving toward my station to take over and the look on her face told me she'd heard whatever Stella had heard.I peeled off my gloves, washed my hands, and walked to the door.The compound had that electric hum again, the same buzz it carried when Dante had rejected Celeste. Wolves clustered along the main path, all of them facing the front gate.I followed their eyes and my feet stopped moving before my brain caught up.Jaxon Sterling was walking through the gates of Nightshade territory with two Riverbend warriors behind him and a rolled paper in his hand.I hadn't seen him since the night he'd stood on a stage in
Delilah's POV The news reached me before breakfast.I was braiding my hair in front of the small mirror Helena had left when Storm lifted her head and a low hum spread through the bond from Mateo's side. It wasn't grief or guilt or the ragged mess I'd felt from him the night he'd knelt on my porch. This was calm and steady and sure, like a decision that had already been made."He did it," Storm said quietly.I didn't ask what. I already knew.Stella confirmed it when I walked into the healing center. She was practically bouncing behind the supply curtain and the words tumbled out before I'd set down my bag."Mateo rejected Thalia. This morning. On the main grounds in front of everyone. Full formal rite, old words, Corbin officiating. She screamed at him, Delilah. Like screamed. The whole compound heard it."Margaret was at the basin washing her hands slower than any pair of hands needed to be washed, her mouth set in a line that meant she was biting her tongue."Details," I said, pul
Delilah's POV Week two and Dante started fighting back.Not all at once. He didn't come swinging like I did every morning with everything I had. But on day eight his blocks got sharper and on day nine he started returning combinations instead of just absorbing them. Quick bursts, controlled, pulling every strike before it landed so I felt the air move past my face without the impact.Now I had to defend as well as attack, and the Silvermoon sense had to work twice as hard to track his movements while keeping my own guard tight. He was fast. Faster than I'd expected from a wolf his size, and his technique was clean in a way that told me somebody had trained him properly long before I showed up."Who taught you to fight?" I asked on day ten, breathing hard after a round that had pushed me further than any session so far."My mother."I blinked. "Your mother.""She was a warrior before she mated my father. Ranked third in her pack's fighting corps." He picked up his water and drank. "Sh
Delilah's POV Then they were gone, heading back down the path toward home while the pack erupted into even louder celebration now that the formal part was over.I stood there watching them disappear and felt the last thread of hope snap inside me. Mom was gone. I was alone at a pack celebration su
Delilah's POV Dante stood perfectly still beside his brother, but his jaw was clenched tight and his hands were fisted at his sides like he was fighting to maintain control. When our eyes met, I saw something dangerous flash across his face before he looked away.The music changed and everyone sto
Delilah's POV "Come in," I called out while my voice came out flat and emotionless.The door opened and Mom stepped inside, already dressed in her beautiful ivory gown with her hair swept up in an elegant style. She looked radiant and happy and everything a bride should look like on her mating day.
Delilah's POV The forest was dark away from the bonfire's glow, and I had to move carefully to avoid tripping over roots and rocks in my formal dress. The sounds of celebration faded behind me as I followed the path deeper into the trees, my heart pounding and my hands still shaking from what had







