Page 111 of Ava: Part Two

Jared looked down immediately, but he didn't walk away.

"Is Ava okay? I saw what happened last night," Jared said.

"Ava is none of your business," he growled.

"She was my friend, Zeke. I didn't know Claire was there—"

"I don't give a shit. She's mine, and you're not coming anywhere near her."

The front door opened, and Alpha Morgan came out while putting on his leather jacket. Ava's father looked like a leader of a motorcycle gang, complete with the tattoos. It took a special kind of wolf to get those done. Human tattoos faded as they healed, but wolf tattoos had a kick to them.

Alpha Morgan looked at Jared and then at him before he said, "Come on, kid. I have this urge to see Ava's coach."

And leave those two alone? What if something happened? He looked back at the house.

"She's safe. Come on," he said again as he started jogging.

He glared at Jared one last time before following.

"My father is going to retaliate. I can't leave Ava for too long," he said.

"She's safe with Mr Patrick," Alpha Morgan repeated.

"There is something wrong with him."

He didn't want to say too much with so many ears around.

"He's older than dirt. I'm sure he can handle protecting one little girl for a few minutes," the Alpha said as they approached the training centre.

People were waiting to see the instructors and coaches or just talking in groups. He'd heard their whispered conversations before they had even come close enough to be seen. As he'd expected, he was the talk of the academy, and if his father had heard any of that shit, he was getting angrier. Everyone knew Alpha Ezra had submitted to his son.

Everybody cleared away before he even reached the doors.

"Remind me to never take you anywhere fun," Alpha Morgan said.

He fought the urge to roll his eyes as they walked towards the beginner training room.

"Why are we here? None of this matters anymore."

"It matters to me. You stood around while your mate was beaten and her bones broken. I'll fight for my daughter, Ezekiel."

He remembered those days. Before he had accepted Ava, watching her get hurt had been brutal. He'd failed his mate; he could admit that.

"I didn't know how to handle it in the beginning. I'm sorry."

Alpha Morgan didn't say anything else as they came up to the training room where Coach Baxter was meeting with the parents.

"I'll make it up to her," he promised.

"We'll see," Alpha Morgan said as he opened the door.

The coach had set up a table in the middle of the room, and his eyes widened when he saw him approaching.

And then there was the sweet, sweet scent of fear in the air as the coach stood up. He was sure he would get that everywhere now.

"Alpha Ezekiel," Coach said. "What can I do for you?"

"I've brought Ava's father to see you."

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