Alpha's Lament

​ “A glass of wine, if you would.”

​ Ava jumped at the sudden voice, only to realize it was Liam Smith, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, making the request. Ava tried to settle back into her skin but found it difficult to stem her trembling now that it had begun.

​ “You’re shaking,” he said, probably wondering why some girl had wandered into his suite only to stand quaking by the door like a deer in headlights.

​ Ava did her best to snap out of it, jerking toward a nearby bar cart. “My apologies, Mr. Smith.”

​ His eyebrows rose, “Have we met? How could you tell I’m Mr. Smith in a room this full?”

His tone was playful enough, but Ava was beginning to sweat. “Lucky guess?” She forced a small laugh that sounded strained even to her ears. There were probably a million excuses Ava could have made for guessing who her high-paying client was, but her thoughts were too frenetic to fall neatly into place.

Ava felt like she was doing a terrible job of not bringing attention to he