Ava's POV
Inside the Maybach, the air felt suffocating. I moved immediately to the far corner of the seat, pressing myself against the door, keeping some distance between us.
My wolf refused to acknowledge him as anything but a stranger.
Apparently, that irritated him even more.
“Ava,” Victor said after a moment. His voice was calmer now, but the edge of command remained.
“Don’t forget…you’re still Jasper’s mother.”
My hands tightened in my lap.
“Even if you don’t care about your own reputation,” he continued, “think about him.”
His gaze flicked toward me.
“Stay in Smith Villa. Don’t run off again.”
The words sounded almost gentle, but beneath them was the unmistakable tone of an alpha issuing an order.
My wolf bristled.
. “Learn to get along with your son.” Victor added
He pa
