Ava had spent the entire day preparing.
Zari had worked her magic, taming Ava's hair into regal waves that shimmered. The dress fitted in all the right places.
Not a Luna yet. But I can damn well look the part.
She had been discarded, rejected, treated like an Omega no one cared to acknowledge. But tonight was different. Tonight, she was walking into power.
And power looked damn good in red.
Yet, the second she stepped outside, a cold shiver ran down her spine. Thick clouds rolled across the sky, blocking out the moon.
Great. Perfect. Just what I need.
Her feet led her toward the training yard.
She should have known better.
But, well… she had never been the smart kind of stubborn.
Her first clue that she had made a mistake was when she collided head-first into what felt like a brick wall. A very warm, well-muscled brick wall.
Her second clue? The wall smelled like pure temptation.
Ava stumbled back, her breath catching. And, of course, there he was; shirtless and sweaty.
