Chapter 212: Steel
The interior of the Crimson Pack’s main house looked just as Ava remembered. As she stepped across the threshold, she was sweat-glossed, breath heavy, but that did not dilute the fire in her gaze or the steel in her spine.
She spotted a gamma and headed toward him.
"Where is your Alpha? Take me to him."
The poor man didn’t question it. Couldn’t. He simply nodded, turned, and walked ahead.
As they reached the office door, Ava paused and glanced down at the amulet around her wrist. Its surface remained neutral. Her brows furrowed slightly.
Leon stood behind his desk, a faux-warm smile stretched across his face. He hadn’t expected her. In fact, he hadn’t expected anyone. If she was here, then they knew. But he had Alaric to protect him right?
"Ava," he said, "what a pleasant surprise."
Her chin tilted up. "It’s Luna Ava to you, Leon."
That wiped the smirk off his face for just a flicker of a second. But he recovered fast. "Okay... Luna Ava," he echoed, his smile returning as if he had all the time in the world. "You look great. I knew you were expecting, but I didn’t know you were this far along. You look... radiant."
She stepped inside without invitation, eyes scanning the room. "Nothing seems to have changed," she murmured, letting her fingers trail along a shelf. "Including you. You still seem to be the same slimy coward I was once stupid enough to call mate."
Leon’s smile faltered. "And you seem to have adopted your husband’s arrogant attitude," he snapped, stepping around the desk.