Delilah

It was barely morning when a knock came on my door.

"Come in," I called, trying to push myself up from the plush armchair where I'd been attempting to rest. My body was still healing from the birth, still aching in places I didn't know could ache.

The door opened to reveal three women in the crisp uniforms of pack house staff. I recognized all of them.

Griselda, who'd sneered at me when I'd first arrived as Tristan's mate and called me "that omega" when she thought I couldn't ...