CHAPTER 7 A Father's Fury

　　Avery's POV

　　My heart clenched as I quickened my steps, ignoring the piercing gazes and hushed conversations. I knew what they were saying, and I didn't have the strength to face it. Not after everything.

　　When I reached the Pack villa, my father was already waiting, his expression colder than I had ever seen. His arms were crossed over his chest, his stance rigid. My breath hitched as I braced myself for the storm.

　　"Avery," he barked the moment I stepped inside. "Do you have any idea what you've done today?"

　　"I—" I tried to explain, but he cut me off with a sharp glare that froze the words in my throat.

　　"You've disgraced this family!" he roared, slamming his hand onto the table beside him, the ceramic mug he had been drinking from rattled from the impact before rolling off and shattering at his feet. The sound echoed through the room. "Do you know how hard I've worked to secure our position? And now, thanks to your foolishness, our reputation is in shambles!"