Delilah stepped closer to him, leaned in, lowering her voice. "I'll remind you to pick your friends wisely. As Luna, I can bend the alpha to my will, and he will kick you off without thinking twice."
Sera raised a brow amusingly. Alpha's wife? Luna? The sheer confidence with which Delilah spoke it made Sera chuckle inside.
Delilah turned then, closing the distance between them. She bent low, her perfume cloying, her smile sweet enough to rot teeth. "I'm back, bitch," she whispered, her breath warm against Sera's ear. "You better run, because my first task as the alpha's wife will be to end you."
She straightened immediately, smoothing her dress, her expression transforming into polite serenity. Without another word, she walked away and took her place beside her father, standing obediently at his side, grief carved delicately onto her face for public consumption.
