Chapter Forty seven

Delphi stormed into the living room, slamming the door behind her. Her face was twisted with anger, her fists clenched at her sides.

"What happened, Delphi?" her mother asked, looking up from her knitting.

Delphi paced back and forth across the living room, her breath coming in short, angry bursts. "It's Charia," she spat. "She was at the mating ball with the greatest Alpha, and he was all over her. Everyone was talking about them, saying that she's his mate."

Her father looked up from his newspaper, his expression darkening. "That's impossible," he said. "Charia doesn't have the wolf. She can't be a mate to anyone."

"I know that," Delphi said, her voice rising. "But he was with her all night, and he even gave her a special dance. It was like he was showing her off to everyone."

"Why are we even talking about Charia and Alpha Ryder. We should be talking about her still being alive"

"He said she was in coma. Maybe she did survive"

"And if she did, the next thing he did is to mate her?