Ava’s POV
The word "father" felt completely foreign to me. This person had never appeared during my childhood.
I fell silent, looking down at our intertwined fingers. "I’ve never asked my mother about him. I didn’t want to hurt her by bringing it up. As far as I’m concerned, he’s been dead to me my whole life."
Joseph tilted my chin up, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheeks. "Sorry for bringing up something painful."
I shook my head. "I should be the one apologizing to you. You came here for dinner, not to be treated badly."
Joseph pulled me closer, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. "I’m still sad your mom doesn’t approve of me. Her question was pretty intense, though."
I kissed him back more deeply, silencing his words. "We’ve only just started dating. Let’s not talk about ’someday’ yet."
The truth was, I was afraid to even consider the question. Being a Luna to a pack that would see me as defective because of my lack of a wolf? It was easier to be like an ostrich and bury my head in the sand.
"How about dinner tomorrow? Just the two of us, some alone time?" I suggested seductively, trying to make it up to him.
"I like that idea." He kissed my neck, making me shiver.
"What about Antonio? Isn’t he staying at your penthouse lately?"
"He’s going home tomorrow. My sister called and said our kickass father went to a hotel, so she wants Antonio back." Joseph continued kissing my neck. "I’ll pick you up at eight. The weather forecast says it’s going to be hot tomorrow!"
His joke was so silly that I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He was being corny, using cheesy pickup lines.
After Joseph left, I confronted my mother in the kitchen.
"That was completely unfair," I said, crossing my arms. "You embarrassed both of us."
My mother continued washing dishes, her back to me. "I was looking out for you. If you want to be with an Alpha, I need to know his intentions. I won’t let you suffer the same way I did."
I froze. "What do you mean, ’like you did’?"
My mother’s shoulders tensed, but she didn’t elaborate. "Go to bed, Ava. It’s late."
I didn’t want another fight, so I went to my bedroom with a frustrated sigh. My mom always said confusing things that left me puzzled.
On my nightstand, I noticed an envelope that hadn’t been there this morning.
When I picked it up, I realized it was actual mail—handwritten and addressed to me, with no return name, just an unfamiliar address. The handwriting was unfamiliar, feminine but not elegant.
The return address meant nothing to me. Strange. Who even sent physical letters anymore?
She held the letter above a lit candle, her eyes closed in deep concentration, whispering words in a language I didn’t recognize. The shadows in the room seemed to dance and move on their own. After several tense minutes that felt like hours, the energy dissipated, and everything returned to normal.
"It’s nothing major," she said finally, though her voice still carried worry. "This letter didn’t come from another territory. It’s local, from Harbor Bay. There’s no supernatural scent or magical trace on it."
She fixed me with an intense stare. "Who have you upset recently that would send you something like this? Think carefully, Ava."
I wracked my brain, feeling helpless and confused. "I can’t think of anyone... except Isaac, my ex-boyfriend who got arrested. But he’s locked up in jail."
I paused, considering other possibilities. "There’s Linda at work, but our issues aren’t serious enough for death threats. And besides, she’s not the type." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
My mother studied my face for a long moment, as if searching for something I wasn’t telling her.
Finally, she pulled me into a protective embrace.
"Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. I’ll protect you. I’ve kept you safe all these years, and I won’t stop now."
She disappeared into her room again and returned with a small silver pendant on a delicate chain. It was intricately carved with symbols I didn’t recognize, and it felt warm to the touch.
"This is a protection amulet," she said, fastening it around my neck. "It will save your life if you’re ever in mortal danger. Promise me you’ll never take it off, no matter what."
The pendant felt heavier than it looked, and I could swear I felt a faint pulse of energy from it.

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