Chapter 75

Third-person pov

Ava sat alone in her dimly lit apartment, her tear-streaked face illuminated by the cold glow of her phone screen. She clutched the device tightly in her trembling hand, while her mother's concerned voice emanated from the other end of the line. Her mother's soft voice broke through the silence, a lifeline in the midst of her emotional storm.

"What's wrong, my darling? You've been crying nonstop," her mother said, her tone heavy with worry.

Amidst sniffling and gasps for air, Ava managed to speak. "You were right, Mom," she choked out. "About the werewolves. I should've listened to you."

A heavy sigh echoed through the phone before her mother inquired gently, "Tell me, Ava. What happened? What did Lucas do to hurt you?"

Ava's voice quivered as she began to recount her painful ordeal. "Just as you had warned me, Mom, Lucas chose his mate over me. After I came back here to rekindle things between us, he told me that he wanted to end things with me for good. He told me