Ava's POV
“Playing like that,” I continued, my tone cold, merciless, “and you still dare to show off?”
A slow, mocking smile spread across my lips.
“What a joke.” My wolf bared its teeth beneath the surface. “Absolute trash.”
Laura glanced around, panic flickering across her face as the color drained from it. Her scent shifted instantly, spiking with fear.
“Ava, don’t do this,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
I leaned lazily against the piano, one brow arching as I tilted my head at her. My wolf prowled just beneath the surface, amused.
“What did you just call me?” I asked softly. “Say it louder.”
Her lips parted, but no sound came out.
Tears gathered in her eyes as she turned desperately toward Richard, who was now beside me, like prey searching for an escape. “Alpha Richard,
