Chapter 61 Ava: Homecoming (III)

Alpha Renard is someone I have had few encounters with. He's come by the house many times through my life, but my parents always sent me to my room, not wanting to parade their shame in front of him.

Today is different.

Today, he sits across from me at the dinner table as my mother serves him, apologizing for the dinner—something Phoenix had brought home from a restaurant in town. Everyone's gaze seems to center on me.

I can tell Phoenix and Dad are furious with me, but there's little point in looking in their direction. There's no point ruining what tiny appetite I have.

Alpha Renard is an imposing figure, towering well over six feet with a muscular build that speaks of years of combat training. His brown hair is neatly trimmed and his face shaved; I don't think I've ever seen him in a state of disarray. He likes to show off the deep scars clawed across his face.

Shifters don't scar easily, but it isn't impossible.

Like all alphas, he has an intimidating presence and a confident air that demands respect. But his eyes hold a cruel glint that has me cringing from eye contact.

He won't stop staring at me, even as he talks with the others.

I keep my gaze fixed on the plate in front of me. Alpha Renard's intense stare burns into my face, making my skin prickle with unease. His eyes linger on the split in my lip, the abnormal color across my cheeks. They still throb.

"Alexander," Renard's gruff voice breaks the tense silence. "What happened to your daughter's face?"

become willful in her time outside the pack. It requires

a sinister look come over Alpha

to me, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that makes me want to shrink away. "So tell me, Ava," he says, his voice laced with a dark edge. "Why

lead weights on my tongue. I can sense the

had me. But how

know everything, and I

I tell

So I lie.

injured. They took care of my wounds after that as an apology."

scent of deception? Or is it because he already

potato, shoving it into my mouth. It tastes like cardboard. I have to fight to keep

I'm eating, maybe he won't

But he does.

know you're an omega, and the alpha forced you into a mating. We will fight back so you can regain your freedom. We are all family here. You can talk

He'd wanted to breed me before I ever left the pack. If they decide I'm a true omega, like Clayton did, I'll never be able to escape that

his giant fist on the table, the dishes clattering from the force. I flinch, shrinking

girl," he snarls, his eyes flashing with barely contained rage. "We know all about your heat. How you threw yourself at the Aspen alpha, begging him to

father's voice cuts through the tension, dripping with disgust.

not unfamiliar to

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