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?"

strained with embarrassment. "She has become willful in her time

down my spine at his words. I risk a glance, finding a sinister look come over Alpha Renard's features. "I will take care of it," he says, his tone sending an avalanche of chill

gaze shifts back to me, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that makes me want to shrink away. "So tell me, Ava," he says, his

lead weights on my tongue. I can

me. But

everything, and I lie,

don't, and I tell them everything—wouldn't

So I lie.

be in a car with some rogue shifters they were chasing, and got injured. They took care of my wounds after that as an apology." Mostly truth, but I

give off a scent of deception? Or is it because

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

maybe

But he does.

mating. We will fight back so you can regain your freedom. We are all family here. You can talk 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 fate. I shake my head, desperate to deny his claims. "I've never been

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

contained rage. "We know all about your heat. How you threw yourself at the

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

applications of the truth are not unfamiliar to me. Anger surges

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