Ashley's POV
I locked myself in the apartment, lost in thoughts about the art exhibition and the guest list. There are about ten packs on the East Coast, and I sent invitations to all their alphas.
I hoped that at the exhibition, I could have a conversation with one of them—maybe that would open up a chance for me to start fresh in a different pack.
Suddenly, a notification popped up on my screen.
Silvia's latest post. My focus immediately shifted. It was a photo.
The background was one I knew far too well—the living room of the Alpha Manor. Light streamed through the floor-length curtains I had picked out myself, casting a soft glow over her pale face. She sat in a wheelchair, next to that disgustingly plagiarized painting, wearing a look that was both fragile and smug, l
