“She’s not cheating,” Nickolas said clearly.
“She’s—”
Before he could finish, a voice rang out—sharp, familiar, and too perfectly timed.
“Nickolas!”
Every head turned, reporters twisting around like vultures catching the scent of fresher blood.
Delilah.
She was descending the grand staircase like she owned the entire damn hotel, her steps elegant, controlled. The long satin coat she wore shimmered in the lobby light, catching every camera’s flash as if it were part of her plan. Her crimson dress clung to her body like it was sewn onto her skin, and her hair—soft curls cascading over her shoulder—looked untouched by wind or time. She smiled like she was born for this moment.
“She’s beautiful…”
“Wait—isn’t that Delilah?”
“Yes, the second daughter of Alpha Silverclaw…”
“She’s more s
