Ava’s POV
I stare at Steve, watching his face twist in confusion. He’s standing there, frozen, trying to wrap his head around what I just said.
“Vanessa gave you the invitation?” he asks again, his voice slow, like he’s trying to make sure he heard me right.
“Yes,” I say softly. “She even sent it to my house.”
His frown deepens, and I see his jaw clench. He’s not just confused — he’s angry.
“She sent it to your house?” He repeats it like he’s trying to convince himself that it’s real. His brows pull together, and I can practically see the wheels turning in his head. I know he’s thinking the same thing I am.
Vanessa doesn’t like me. She never has. Actually, dislike might be putting it lightly. She despises me.
And now she’s sending me an invitation to the Alpha’s birthday party? Ste
