"Ava, you should be content with the scraps you've gathered. If you keep clawing for a higher seat in the hierarchy, there’s no telling how Riley will retaliate," Blake said, his voice tight with an anxiety he tried to mask as concern. He stared at my back as I prepared to leave his den. "Stop hunting for vengeance, Ava."
I kept walking. After the seasons of betrayal and the way he’d tried to break my spirit, his 'warning' sounded like the pathetic whine of a submissive masquerading as an Alpha. I paused for a heartbeat, my gaze drifting to the waste bin beside his mahogany desk. There, amidst the discarded scrolls, lay my invitation to the Pacific Crown Gala—shredded into jagged white teeth.
So, this was his petty act of sabotage.
"Blake, can you honestly say you’ve dealt with me in go
