Ava’s POV
I took a step forward, my hands shaking as I saw Jennifer smiling at me while the men held my aunt down.
"Let her go," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, maintaining eye contact with her.
Jennifer tilted her head, amusement in her eyes. "Ava, is that any way to greet your mother?"
"You are not my mother," I snapped.
“I raised you, Ava, for over twenty years, doesn't that make me your mother?”
I scoffed, holding my son tightly. “More like bred me for your selfish desires.”
“I did what I had to do,” she smiled, looking at the door, nodding her head. “Two impure wolves living together,” she turned to me, tilting her head to the side. “What did you guys do to the door?”
I staggered backwards. “I don't know what you are talking about?”
She chuckled, inhaling deeply. “You really know how to get on my nerves,” she said and signaled the men.
Another man stepped forward, punching her hard on her stomach.
“Let her go,” I shouted, taking a step forward.
“Don't,” my Aunt shout
