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AVA’S POVAs we arrived at the pack, I could tell right away that something big was happening. Even before we stepped inside, the energy was different, louder, more chaotic. People were everywhere, rushing from one side to the other as though they were all on some kind of important mission. The place was crowded, packed with cars and unfamiliar faces, and from the way people were dressed, it was obvious they were prominent.Before we could even enter the hall, two guards stepped in front of us, blocking our way.“Invitation letter,” one of them said, his deep voice making it clear that no one was getting in without it.Sarah quickly pulled hers out from her purse and handed it to them with a brig

Ava’s POV I wake up feeling strangely unsettled.Today is the Alpha’s birthday, but honestly, I don’t care. I wouldn’t even be going to school if not for the stupid assignment I need to submit. It’s a waste of time. Everyone is focused on preparing for the Alpha’s birthday party anyway, so no real lessons will happen. Two hours, maybe less, and we’ll be sent home.That’s the only reason I’m dragging myself to school today.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my red skin is now going back to normal, thanks to the three brothers; if not for the medicine they bought for me, I’d still be as red as tomatoes. I get dressed quickly, not putting too much effort into my appearance. My plan is simple: submit my assignment and leave. That’s it.I get dressed and rush out of the house. I’m not sure if Vanessa would be going to school but I don’t really care if she does. The walk to school was exhausting, and immediately I got inside the school gate, everything didn’t seem normal, and stud

Ava’s POVAfter asking them the same question for what felt like eternity and they refused to answer me, I turned on my heel and walked away, my thoughts beeping with why Vanessa had come to our house. I’m halfway up my room when my stepmom suddenly calls my name. “Ava.” My stepmom’s tone isn’t sharp, but something about it makes me stop. There’s a false sweetness in her voice, like honey masking poison. I hesitate, gripping the hem of my school uniform tightly before turning to face her.Her lips curve into a small smile, but her eyes… her eyes tell a different story.“Yes?” I say, keeping my voice neutral. I thought for a while if they wanted to answer my question, but with her facial expression, I know she’s not about to talk about it. My stepmom stood up and stepped forward slowly. I watch her carefully, wondering what she’s up to this time.“Do you still remember the Alpha’s birthday?” she asks.The question catches me off guard. I blink, confused. Why is she bringing that up

Ava’s POVI don’t wait for my stepmother to finish talking. Instead, I pull the invitation letter from my bag and hand it straight to her “I stayed longer outside because I helped Sarah collect this,” I say quickly, watching her expression.I know how much Sarah wants to go, especially since it’s an invitation from Steve.As soon as I say that, my stepmother’s expression changes. Her smile fades, her eyes darken, and she looks anything but happy. Without warning, she snatches the invitation letter from my hand, her fingers gripping it so tightly that it crumples slightly.“Sarah!” she calls out, her voice sharp and urgent.

Ava’s POVThe sun filters through the curtains, and my eyes flutter open slowly. It takes me a few seconds to realize where I am. This isn’t my room. The bed is too soft, the sheets smell different, and everything feels… unfamiliar. Then it hits me, I’m in Steve’s room.Memories from last night rush back. After everything that happened, Steve had left me here to sleep while he took the guest room. I let out a small sigh and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I feel tired, not just physically, but emotionally.I get out of bed and stretch a little before heading to the bathroom. I splash water on my face, hoping it will wake me up and make me feel a bit better. When I look in the mirr

Ava’s POVI stare at Steve, watching his face twist in confusion. He’s standing there, frozen, trying to wrap his head around what I just said.“Vanessa gave you the invitation?” he asks again, his voice slow, like he’s trying to make sure he heard me right.“Yes,” I say softly. “She even sent it to my house.”His frown deepens, and I see his jaw clench. He’s not just confused — he’s angry.“She sent it to your house?” He repeats it like he’s trying to convince himself that it’s real. His brows pull together, and I can practically see the wheels turning in his