Ava Wilson POV"Is there something I should know?" I asked, stepping out from behind the bushes. There was a feeling that there was information I shouldn't be kept in the dark about.I wanted to understand why she seemed so worried, especially when I was only with my own brother. It didn't make sense.After what Evan had revealed, I couldn't let it slide. Now, my only hope lies with Amelia. She had been acting strangely towards me ever since Evan, which indicated that my parents were in the dark about something. But Amelia still seemed to know more than she let on."Nothing happened, Ava. What's wrong? Why are you so angry? Did Alpha Evan say something? If he did, don't mind him. He never filters what comes out of his mouth," Amelia fumbled with her words."Don't forget that nobody has a filter, Amelia. It's not a good thing for you to speak without thinking. It's making it hard for me to believe that Evan said something unrelated or insignificant to me," I pressed my words, emphasisi

Ava Wilson POV"Can you please just leave? You're really getting on my nerves. It would be great if you just left," I shouted in anger, unable to tolerate his face and his words, completely shattering my patience.He was really pushing me to my limit. I couldn't maintain my composure when he was constantly provoking me."Stop shouting, you...you're going to make my ears bleed. And if your head starts bleeding again because of your shouting, Amelia is going to blame me. You're the one who's shouting and ignoring everything," Mark retorted with a straight face, cursing at me and trying to portray me as the one at fault. It felt like he was intentionally driving me crazy.I was already trying to accept the fact that someone like him was my friend. But his calling me names only fueled my anger further, making me wish I could just crack his head open and shut his mouth."Well, if this is how you're going to behave with me, then just leave. I'm not going anywhere," I replied arrogantly, sta

Ava Wilson POV"Don't worry, even though he may look like a piece of shit, he knows what he's doing," Amelia assured me, bringing me back from my thoughts.She was right. Despite his appearance, he had the knowledge and expertise required for the task at hand—bringing the daughter of an Alpha.Given my parents' nature, he wouldn't dare play around with this. He knew the consequences would be severe. No one would understand that I was doing this willingly.I was injured, and he was dragging me along. It wasn't safe at all."Wise words," I commented with a smile, acknowledging her correctness."Here we are," Mark announced.We had come a long way from the pack house, and luckily, nobody had noticed our absence. That was a relief. We swiftly hopped into a taxi, wasting no time, and the driver immediately began driving.My heart raced with a mix of excitement and unease. Nausea crept in as I thought about going to a club for the first time. My condition and appearance didn't match the occ

Ava Wilson POVAs I step into the room, I carefully make my way through the entrance. The drink I had earlier is starting to take effect, making me feel a bit lightheaded. It's a welcome distraction from the overwhelming anxiety that's been consuming me."Hello," I greet, entering the main area of the room. There's a pole placed in the middle, with a red curtain separating a sofa from the stage. I can see the body of a person sitting on the other side, but their face is obscured by the curtain.Why would they set up the curtain like this if they wanted to see the dancer? I don't understand. And how am I supposed to give Mark's friend the drink if I can't even see him properly?I can see three or four figures on the other side, but I can't make out any details. This situation is unsettling, and it's not putting me at ease. Mark wants me to get his friend in the mood, but how can I do that if I can't even deliver the drink to him?"Okay, Ava, you can do this," I try to boost my spirits.

Ava Wilson Pov."This isn't easy to have Amore, if you want to get out, then you need to pay first, nothing is free even the gate you touched and ruined with your blood," he said coldly.My eyes fell on the door, the blood from my banging still fresh. How could he call me dirty?This is my blood, it's so painful, and he can't see that. All he can do is call it dirty. I can't stand this guy who knows nothing other than going crazy about things.He's more agitated than the people beside him. Even without seeing his face, I can tell he's pathetic.He speaks like this to see how desperate I am, so he can enjoy my condition.One thing is for sure, he loves feeding on someone's helplessness.That's why he's pushing me more than anyone else.No one here is more interesting than him. I can't hear anyone saying anything other than watching me like I'm a clown, and he can enjoy my pitiful condition without any shame."You know what we call people like you?" I questioned, trying to calm my nerve