Ava nodded warily at the strange Alpha who already seemed to know her. She was certain she would recall if she had ever met him, even if it were only in passing. The raw magnitude of his aura was the sort that you didn’t easily miss, much less forget.
The male stood and strode to meet her. Ava wouldn’t call herself an expert in men’s fashion by any means, but the clothes he wore looked expensive. Like, custom fit by a tiny family-owned tailor in Milan, expensive. The cut of the suit fit him perfectly, and the fabric seemed to mold to the curvature of his muscles without any of the stiff bunching that a regular suit might cause.
Ava had gotten to know plenty of males with money recently and compared to the rest of flashy high-rollers she’d seen, this male’s money didn’t roar – it w
