Ava’s POV
“No way, Liam, you wouldn’t dare!” I shouted, trying to stand, but my legs were stuck. Ropes held them tight, keeping me pinned.
He stepped nearer, a sly smirk twisting his lips.
“Care to test me, Ava?” he whispered, his breath brushing my face, warm and unsettling.
My hands trembled, and my legs felt like they might give out beneath me.
He was so close now, and when I looked up, his gaze locked onto mine, piercing, with a spark of cruel amusement.
“The Oakwood Pack needs you, Ava. You’re going to help us,” he said quietly. “You don’t really have a choice, do you?”
His words crawled under my skin, and I spat at him, rage flaring.
“You’ll get nothing from me, Liam! You’re just a selfish thug who loves flexing his powers!”
He smirked, wiping my spit from his cheek with a c
