Avery’s POV
I didn’t sleep well that night. Flashes of my conversation with Reynaud ran through my mind on loop, causing me to toss and turn fitfully. Over and over I considered what I should do.
Reynaud had been specific about what was on offer. He dangled power and prestige in front of me, and safety for my mother, everything I had said that I cared about and then some. However, there was something too smooth about his actions, his eagerness to agree.
Was he so eager to have me in on his plot because he genuinely was interested in what I could bring to his pack? His reaction to my presence physically had felt genuine, even I had responded to the intense chemistry of his hands on me, and I could see that he had also been effected.
Reynaud was a virile Alpha in his prime, and to him
