Chapter 11: Ambition
Ava tapped a finger against her lips, pretending to be deep in thought. Inside, she was thrilled. Finally, an opportunity to prove she was more than a glorified chess piece in this testosterone-fueled game. If she played her cards right, she wouldn't just survive, she'd thrive.
She met Lucas's intense gaze and leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs with the air of someone who had just figured out how to hack the system. "Leon is losing his grip on his pack members," she began. "He's surrounded himself with Bloodhound wolves. It's like half of them moved in the second he married the Alpha's daughter."
Lucas's expression darkened. Good. She had his attention.
She continued, "The Gamma, the Beta, and everyone in his inner circle aren't even Crimson Wolves. The original pack members are starting to resent him. He's weakened their identity. They feel like strangers in their own home."
Lucas tapped his fingers against the wooden desk. "Go on."
"If you can get an original pack member with influence on your side, offer him a position, bribe him, hell, seduce him if you must, you can turn the Crimson pack against their own Alpha." She smiled. "The best way to destroy a kingdom isn't from the outside; it's from within."
Lucas's lips curled into a smirk. "And you're certain this will work?"
Ava leaned forward. "I'd bet my sweet ass on it."
Lucas let out a low chuckle. "I have no idea if your ass is sweet or not."
Ava blinked. Then grinned. "Did you just make a joke, Alpha Raventhorn?"
"I have my moments. Now all we need is an excuse to get inside Crimson Pack."