~Edward
My head was spinning.
I closed the door behind Ava and just stood there for a second, my back against the wood, staring into the air like an i***t. Then I started pacing.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
This whole mess had felt manageable in the beginning. A simple white lie to keep my mother off my back. “She’s the daughter of Alpha Garry from Moonstone Ridge.” That sentence had slipped out so casually that I hadn’t even considered the consequences. And now?
Now my mother wanted to visit them.
Visit a pack Ava didn’t belong to. Visit people who weren’t her parents. Visit a story that didn’t exist.
“s**t,” I muttered, dragging a hand through my hair.
I couldn’t think straight. My mother wasn’t just nosy—she was thorough. If something felt off, she’d find it. She’d smell it
