Ivy's POV
I stomped up the aisle after Grant and dropped into my seat. "What exactly is so amusing to you right now?"
Grant's laughter only intensified. "You picked up a lot during your summer with us, pup, but there's still one critical skill you're lacking." When I tilted my head in confusion, he leaned across the aisle and gently flicked my nose. "Your poker face needs serious work. The look of absolute revulsion on your face while texting him was absolutely priceless."
"Well, come on," I shot back with a sidelong glance. This only made him bend forward, practically convulsing with laughter.
His amusement eventually subsided, and his expression turned serious. "Look, he's an alpha, Ivy. Most of them have egos larger than mansions. If you show that kind of disgust when he tries flirting or even making conversation, he'll make your existence in that pack pure hell. You really don't want to create an enemy if you can avoid it."
