#Chapter 148: Ruffled Feathers

Ava I smoothed my hands over the soft cotton of my shirt as we approached the small reception room where the Alpha of Moonshine pack was waiting. My heart hammered in my chest, both with nerves and residual desire from our earlier lovemaking. I had to force myself to focus, pushing aside thoughts of tangled sheets and wandering hands. But it was hard for me to remove the bright red flush from my cheeks, especially now, with all of the guards and servants in the Packhouse staring at us. “Are you ready for this?” I murmured as we stopped in front of the door, glancing up at Chris. He flashed me a reassuring smile, his palm finding the small of my back. “I could ask you the same thing.” The guards swung the doors open and we entered the room to find the Alpha already standing, his sharp blue eyes flickering between us. Alpha Fabian was a tall, broad-shouldered Alpha with red hair who was known for his traditional attire—simple button-downs tucked into