Delilah approached in graceful strides, the click of her heels sharp against the floor. Her smile was professional, flawless, and utterly false.
Before I could respond, the mall’s general manager rushed over, beaming. “Alpha Blackcliff, Mrs. Blackcliff—right this way, please. We’ve prepared a new section just for you to review.”
Delilah laughed softly. “Please, call me Delilah. Let’s keep business and personal matters separate.”
As she spoke, her eyes flicked toward me—quick, deliberate.
My fingers curled into fists.
So this was how it was. The man who had hidden me for years couldn’t even wait for our child to be born before publicly parading his former mate as his future Luna—introducing her to partners, no less.
She turned back to me with a conspiratorial smile. “Miss Ravenscar, you won’t mention this to anyone, will you? No one in the company knows yet. We’d like to wait until after the mating ceremony to make it official.”
She said it lightly, as if sharing a harmless secret. As if she didn’t know exactly who I was.
Ronan’s expression tightened. Guilt flickered briefly in his eyes—followed by that familiar, silent warning. Don’t cause trouble.