Defying the Rogue Alpha

It didn't work.

Ava had shopped until she literally dropped.

And yet—nothing.

She collapsed onto her bed and let out a muffled scream into her pillow. The audacity. The nerve. The complete lack of reaction.

Zari walked in with a small army of six others, dragging in an obscene amount of shopping bags.

Zari stopped, took one look at Ava's dramatic position, and let out a slow whistle. "So... that went well?"

Ava flipped onto her back and groaned. "He didn't come."

ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet

Zari snorted. "Of course he didn't. He's an Alpha, not your sugar daddy."

Ava grumbled and flopped back onto the bed.

She had planned this perfectly.

By the third shop, when she was buying a TV for her room, she was sure he would show up.