Ace’s point of view
I went to the servant's area of the pack house, where Ava usually resided.
As I stepped into the women's section, my phone chimed with a message. "Good morning. Did I wake you up?" it read.
Taking a moment to compose myself, I assumed the role of Tom, knowing I couldn't leave Ava feeling heartbroken and uncared for.
"Yes. Thank you. Good morning, beautiful," I quickly replied, hoping to ease any worries Ava might have had.
As I contemplated where Ava's clothes might be, I was relieved when Stephanie, who seemed to have an answer for everything, noticed me.
"Good morning, Alpha. Is there anything I can help you with?" Stephanie kindly offered, coming to my aid just in the nick of time.
"Yes, I need some clothes for Ava, but let's keep it discreet," I whispered
