Ava scowled. She had heard that before. Everyone in the Crimson pack would shout it to the high heavens. Would Lucas finally believe the same as Leon did? Had she sacrificed her goal for a man she didn't even know?
Ava glanced at the prisoner, who was barely conscious.
She swallowed hard. Her stomach twisted.
She turned to walk away.
"You know," Dorian called after her, "the stronger Alpha Dennis gets, the weaker Alpha Lucas becomes."
Ava froze.
Dorian's voice lowered. "Makes me wonder… why did Alpha Leon choose you?"
Ava turned slowly, giving him an unimpressed look. "I'd love to stay and entertain your conspiracy theories, but I have better things to do."
Dorian took a step closer, lowering his voice. "I'll find out your real reason for being here. And when I do?" His smirk vanished. "I'll end you myself. Because Alpha Lucas Raventhorn is no woman's simp."
Ava tilted her head, her lips curving into a slow, taunting smile.
