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 brot
