Liam’s POV
Lucy’s fingers dug deeper into my shoulders, pulling her face so close I could feel the warmth of her breath mixing with mine.
“Alpha caught in a storm with his pack, right?” she murmured softly. “You don’t need a thing more, not a soul besides…”
“You, Ava, just you,” I breathed out, my eyelids heavy as my mouth found hers in a clumsy press.
“Ava?!” She pulled back sharp, her tone rising. “Not Ava—it’s me!”
“What’s the difference?” I slurred, the booze still clouding my head like thick fog. “She’s the one I love, always will be.”
“Stop it, Liam, just stop,” she snapped, shutting me down quick. “I’ll get you to love me, crave my touch. That’s what I’m here for.”
Her words bounced around without sticking. Didn’t add up at all. I just sat there, staring blankly.
“Rhea, Jace
