LOGINDelilah's POV
Alpha Sterling's voice boomed across the ceremonial grounds. "My son will not bind himself to the daughter of a faithless whore who dishonored her mate's memory."The world tilted and I looked at Jaxon, waiting for him to defend me. To fight for us the way he promised this morning when his fingers were inside me and he swore I was his forever.
He finally looked at me with ice blue eyes that were cold and empty.
"Jaxon Sterling, do you accept this female as your mate?"
"No." His voice was flat. "I, Jaxon Sterling, reject Delilah Calloway as my mate and sever our bond before the Moon Goddess and this pack."
The pain dropped me to my knees. The mate bond that had glowed warm inside me for two years suddenly ripped apart and it felt like someone tore out my still-beating heart. The white dress pooled around me in the dirt as I screamed. Storm howled in pure agony inside my head and her pain mixed with mine until I couldn't tell where hers ended and mine began.
The pack erupted in laughter.
"The whore's daughter got what she deserved!"
"Did you really think a Sterling would want trash like you?"
Jaxon walked toward me and I looked up at him through tears, still desperate for some sign that this was a mistake. His face was disgusted as he stared down at me.
"You made it so easy," he said loud enough for everyone to hear. "Just like your slut mother, spreading your legs and letting me touch you whenever I wanted."
The words hit harder than Sarah's fists had.
"You're lucky I was too disgusted to actually fuck you. I was terrified I'd catch something from a whore like you. Your mother probably taught you all her tricks, didn't she?"
Someone threw rotted fruit that hit my shoulder. Then mud, then garbage, then stones. The pack threw things at me like I was an animal while they jeered and laughed.
"You really thought I loved you?" Jaxon laughed. "You were entertainment, something to pass the time. Did you actually believe I'd claim you publicly and make you my Luna?"
The garbage kept coming and my beautiful white dress was covered in filth. The flowers fell from my hair one by one.
"You're nothing but the daughter of a slut," Jaxon said. "And you'll never be anything more."
"Get out of Riverbend territory before dawn," Alpha Sterling commanded. "You and your whore mother. If I see either of you after sunrise, I'll have you both whipped."
I forced myself to stand even though my legs shook. The bond was gone and Storm had retreated so deep I could barely feel her. I turned to run but Jaxon's voice stopped me.
"Finally," he said, his voice suddenly warm and affectionate. "Now you can be my mate and we don't have to hide anymore."
I froze. Those were the exact words he'd said to me this morning.
I turned around slowly.
Jaxon stood with his arm around Sarah's waist. The same Sarah who'd beaten me bloody hours ago. She wore a beautiful silver dress and smiled up at Jaxon like he hung the moon.
He was looking at her the way I'd always dreamed he'd look at me.
"Did you really think he wanted you?" Sarah's voice rang out clear and mocking. "Goddess, you're even more pathetic than I thought."
Jaxon laughed and pulled her closer. "She was fun to play with though. All that desperate hope in her eyes every time I touched her."
"I told her this morning to leave," Sarah said loud enough for everyone to hear. "When I had her bleeding on the bathroom floor, I told her she didn't belong here. Should have listened."
The pack laughed. They all knew. They were all in on it.
"The bruises on her face really complete the look," Jaxon added. "Trash covered in garbage. Fitting."
Sarah pressed against him and he kissed her. Right there in front of everyone, his hand sliding up her back while the pack cheered.
This morning those hands were on me. All of it had been lies.
"You should go," Sarah said, smirking. "Before we have to hurt you again."
"Almost wish she'd stay," Jaxon agreed. "Watching her finally realize how worthless she is? That's the best part."
They'd planned this. The beating, the ceremony, the rejection. I was never anything but a game.
"Run along now, reject," Sarah said sweetly. "You're ruining our mating ceremony."
I ran. The white dress tore on branches as I sprinted through the crowd. People spat at me and someone tried to grab my hair, but I was moving too fast. I ran until the forest swallowed me and I couldn't hear their laughter anymore.
My lungs burned and my ribs screamed but I didn't stop until I reached our cottage and burst through the door.
Mom rushed toward me from the kitchen. The birthday cake still sat on the table with one slice missing. "Delilah! What happened?"
I couldn't speak. I just stood there shaking in the ruined dress. My chest felt like it was caving in. The bond was gone and Storm had retreated so far I couldn't reach her.
Mom pulled me into her arms and held me tight. "Talk to me, baby. What happened at the ceremony?"
I tried to answer but only sobs came out. Mom guided me to the couch and sat beside me, holding my hand while I fell apart. The pain in my chest kept getting worse.
It took several minutes before I could form words.
"He rejected me." My voice was broken. "In front of everyone. His father said the Sterling bloodline wouldn't be tainted by me. Jaxon rejected me and called me diseased. He said I was entertainment. The whole pack threw things at me and laughed."
Mom's face went pale and her hand tightened around mine.
"He was with Sarah," I continued through sobs. "The girl who beat me this morning. He's been with her the whole time. Everything was a lie."
"Oh, sweetheart." Mom's voice cracked as tears rolled down her cheeks. She pulled me against her chest and held me while I cried.
A loud crash came from outside. Footsteps pounded on the porch.
Someone slammed their fist against the door so hard the whole cottage shook.
"Open up! By order of Alpha Sterling, you have until dawn to leave Riverbend territory!"
Mom's eyes went wide with fear. She looked at me, then at the door shaking under another brutal hit.
"We need to leave," she whispered urgently. "Right now."
The pounding got louder and more violent.
"Come out now or we're breaking this door down!"
Mom grabbed my arm and pulled me toward my room.
"Move, Delilah. We don't have time."
Delilah's POV I nodded and slipped out of the training facility, my legs shaking as I made my way back to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and tried not to panic at how obvious it was what I'd been doing.I splashed cold water on my face, fixed my hair as best I could, and took several deep breaths before heading back to the dining room.Most people were on dessert when I slid back into my seat next to Mateo. Mom looked up with concern."Are you alright, sweetheart? You were gone a while.""Just not feeling great," I said, which wasn't entirely a lie. "But I'm better now."Mateo's hand found my thigh under the table again, and I felt Dante's release still warm between my legs. Mateo's fingers slid higher, feeling the wetness there, and I watched his eyes darken with understanding.His hand tightened possessively on my thigh while he leaned close enough to whisper in my ear. "You let him fuck you, didn't you? I can smell him all over you."I didn't answer, just focused v
Delilah's POV I made it to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall, leaning against the door while trying to catch my breath. My pussy was throbbing, still wet and aching from what Mateo had been doing to me under that table. I could smell my own arousal and it made panic spike through me all over again.How was I supposed to go back out there? Everyone would know. Everyone would smell it.I forced myself to take deep breaths, to calm down. Maybe if I waited a few minutes, the scent would fade. Maybe I could splash cold water on my face and—The bathroom door opened and I froze."Occupied," I called out."I know."Dante's voice."You can't be in here," I hissed. "This is the women's bathroom.""Come out.""Dante—""Now, Delilah."Something in his tone made me unlock the stall door. He was standing there in the middle of the bathroom, looking absolutely predatory in his dark button-down with the sleeves rolled up."We need to go," he said, grabbing my wrist. "Right now.""Go where?
Delilah's POV I forced myself back into position and somehow managed to finish the hundred push-ups, even though my form was terrible by the end and my arms felt like they might fall off.The rest of training wasn't any easier. Every exercise, Dante pushed me harder than anyone else. Every time I started to flag, Mateo would make some cutting remark about weakness or being worthless.By the time he finally called an end to training two hours later, I was covered in dirt and sweat, my muscles screaming, barely able to stand."Adequate," Dante said dismissively when everyone had gathered. "Hart, you're excused from the conditioning run. You'd just slow everyone else down. Go shower. You look pathetic."I nodded, not trusting my voice, and limped off the field while everyone else headed for the running trail. I could feel their stares following me, could hear the whispers about how weak I was, how I didn't belong.It's an act, I reminded myself as I made it to my car. It's just an act.
Delilah's POV "I'm fine," I said, even though my body was still sore and every movement reminded me of what we'd done.Dante's hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone in that tender gesture I was learning meant more than any words. "You're covering marks.""I have to." I resisted the urge to lean into his touch. "Someone could see.""Good." Mateo's hand found mine, squeezing gently. "We can't stay long without raising suspicion. But training tomorrow—remember, we have to be cruel. In front of everyone.""I know." The reminder made my stomach twist. "The note said it was an act.""It is," Dante said firmly. "Everything we do in public is an act. What happens in private, that's real. Understand?"I nodded, wanting desperately to kiss them both but knowing we couldn't risk it here."We should go," Mateo said reluctantly. "Before someone comes looking."They left first, and I waited a full five minutes before heading back to my station. Several nurses were whisp
Delilah's POV Sunday morning arrived with pale sunlight and the distant sound of Mom humming in the kitchen. I dragged myself out of bed, my body protesting every movement with a deep soreness that made me acutely aware of exactly what I'd done the night before.The mirror showed evidence I couldn't hide completely. New hickies bloomed along my collarbone, partially covered by my high-necked sweater. Faint bruises on my hips. Red marks on my wrists that I covered with long sleeves. I looked like I'd been thoroughly claimed, and the thought made heat flood through me despite my exhaustion.I made my way downstairs where Mom was setting out breakfast, still glowing with newlywed happiness. Ryker sat at the table reading the pack newsletter on his tablet, and I was relieved to see the brothers weren't there yet."Good morning, sweetheart," Mom said brightly. "I made French toast. Your favorite.""Thanks, Mom." I slid into my usual seat and accepted the plate she handed me."So," I said
Delilah's POV They started slowly, methodically. Mateo's fingers would slide inside my pussy, pumping with practiced skill while Dante's mouth worked my nipples through my tank top, building pleasure steadily. Just when I thought I might come, they'd stop completely, leaving me aching and desperate and on the verge.Then Dante's hand would find my clit, rubbing with perfect pressure while Mateo kissed me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth. Again they'd build me up, higher and higher, until I was trembling and right on that edge. Then they'd stop again.It was torture. Sweet, devastating torture.They were paying attention, learning exactly what made me respond strongest. When Mateo praised me, told me how beautiful I looked tied up and desperate for them, my body would arch seeking more of his touch. When Dante degraded me, called me their needy little whore while his fingers fucked my pussy roughly, I'd get even wetter and my hips would roll shamelessly seeking friction.When eith







