Ava: Standing Up to the Alpha
Lucas continues to pace, and Lisa folds her arms as she watches him, her chin tilted up in a defiant gesture I know well.
She won't back down, even from an alpha. If there's such a thing as an alpha human, Lisa would probably be one. It doesn't surprise me that her parents allowed her to come here; she gets what she wants, one way or another.
Lucas stops his agitated steps, the soles of his boots squeaking against the linoleum floor. There's a long, heavy sigh that seems to deflate his broad shoulders. When his golden eyes meet mine, they're filled with a mix of resignation and apology.
"You're right, Ava," he says, his deep voice softening. "I'm sorry for trying to control you. It's not my place."
Selene snorts in my mind, her presence a comforting weight. He's only sorry because you spoke up.