Steve’s POV
I walked into the mart, my hands shoved deep into my pockets. The bright fluorescent lights sting my eyes, but I barely notice. My mind is too preoccupied, replaying the way Ava stormed off earlier.
She’s been avoiding us. After school, Irish, Zayne, and I tried to find her, but she was nowhere to be seen. It’s driving me crazy. Ever since I found out she’s my mate, it’s been hell trying to control myself. My wolf wants her, wants to claim her, mark her. But I can’t.
I grab a random snack off the shelf, not because I need it but because I need something to do. Something to pull my mind away from the burning frustration clawing at me. But it doesn’t help. Nothing does.
The cashier barely glances at me at first, scanning the item like she does with every other customer. But
