Chapter 3 Ava: Danger
[WARNING: Sensitive content ahead.]
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Days pass with little regard for the anxiety building in my belly every time I crawl into bed at night, watching the phases of the moon, wondering what this next chapter of life will look like.
Aside from a brief shopping excursion with Jessa—who ignores me almost the entire time and scoffs at every dress I try on—I don't leave the house except for school and work, trying to avoid trouble.
I spend any spare moment I can manage picking up extra shifts at Beaniverse to help pay for the atrocious bill at the mall. Who spends three hundred dollars on a dress? But Jessa insisted that it was the only one that didn't make me look like I was wearing a silk potato sack.
Lisa's busy, too, so our texts are few and far between, mostly complaining about work and school.
My family's indifference weighs on me like a thick blanket, but beneath it, a tiny bud of hope sprouts—maybe, just maybe, I'll make it to the gala without incident. A week remains before the event that could change my life, or just as likely, confirm my place as the outcast.
Today, like the rest of the past two weeks, appears to be yet another day of unsettling peace as I head home after class with groceries in my passenger seat.
Phoenix is stopping by for dinner, so I have his favorites on the menu—a creamy garlic and parmesan roasted chicken, paired with bacon-wrapped brussels sprouts tossed in maple syrup and balsamic vinaigrette.
It sounds fancier than it is, but it really is delicious, thanks to the internet recipes I'd found years ago.
As the appointed alpha heir to the Blackwood Pack, Mom always fawns on Phoenix. Dad was thrilled enough that he had a son with alpha potential, but when Alpha Renard's last son was killed in a small skirmish with renegade wolves and Phoenix was named heir, he strutted more like a peacock than a wolf for at least a month afterward.
One day he will be Alpha Phoenix Blackwood, but for now, he's still a Grey.
I juggle the flimsy plastic grocery bags with the grace of a dying fawn as I make my way into the empty house.
The peace of these past few weeks must have rotted the self preservation sphere of my brain, because I don't pay any attention to my surroundings as I unlock the front door and walk in.
further inside, a breeze tickles my neck and the door slams with a force that can only mean trouble, bringing a familiar and unwelcome scent to my
childhood bully and ever-present tormentor, is here. Inside. With me.
he'd started a couple
into a sneer that chills my spine. I can't even step away as my brain struggles to catch up
you've been playing princess, thinking you're being sent to find some fuckwit willing to take you as
wall with a dull thump, and Todd's hand circles my neck,
the floor, and for a moment my idiot brain focuses on the apples
you're good enough for the gala, huh? You think you can ever escape our pack?" His breath is hot and tuna fresh on my
as they stab into all my insecurities, bleeding me of all those precious hopes and dreams I've kept in secret. "Do you actually believe anyone would want you?
a trapped bird desperate for escape. His grip tightens in response to my
and I can feel his tongue flick over it. I shudder, bile rushing into my throat, making it even harder to bring air to my burning lungs. Punches, kicks, scratches—those, I'm used to. Rocks thrown at my head. Jeers and taunts. But
isn't the torturous game I'm used
grab onto his forearm, scratching long, angry swathes down his skin. I try to kick, but he steps in closer,
body and trying to ignore the hard evidence pushing against my belly of exactly how much he's enjoying this moment. "If any bruises
but now the gala is just around the corner.
long time ago, I would refuse to submit, taking every abuse thrown my way and plotting revenge. That was before I learned that real life is nothing like the
give him it all day long. Whatever lets me
a little vibrato, as though I want to cry. I tilt my head further back, baring
through every millimeter of my skin, and I struggle to keep my face blank as he sniffs beneath my left ear, licking the
struggles to escape my body with force, but I somehow manage
His other hand falls to my hip, tugging me closer, and I close my eyes, breathing through my mouth to offset the metallic tang behind my jaw. "I need to make dinner. Phoenix is coming home
motherfucking hickey onto my skin. He grips my jaw, staring into my eyes, and
belong here. There's no prince on a white horse among our packs. There's nothing to save you at the gala. You'll
stomach falls to my feet. "Omega…
my jaw harder. "You'll be our little pack whore, Ava. Even without a wolf." The relief when he lets go is replaced only by a horror as his hand slides slowly down my neck,
be good for much else, but at
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