Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 59 Ava: Homecoming (I)

When I walk downstairs, Phoenix is hanging up the phone. It strikes me how much I've changed when I realize I have no curiosity, no spark to ask who he was talking to.

I don't care.

It's either related to me in a way that isn't going to be pleasant, or it will have nothing to do with me. That's it. Those are the two options.

I have no urge to grow closer to the asshole who shares my genetics, so I don't ask.

Instead, I plan.

I won't be able to escape right away. I'm not even sure how I can escape. I have no money, no phone, no contact with the outside world. But now that I've been out there? Now that I've been on my own?

It doesn't seem as impossible as it did when I lived here.

If I just have a chance, I'll take it.

"Some of the guys will be coming by to watch over you," Phoenix announces, coming by to sniff at me. "Don't start anything. There's plenty in the fridge, so just make something for dinner. Don't forget that Alpha Renard is coming."

Hah. So not only have I been dragged home, now I have to make them dinner?

No, thank you.

fabric smells like the artificial scent of clean linen. A scent I've

flip through channels. I can feel the weight of his gaze, disapproval radiating off him in waves. He's struggling, I can tell. Part of him wants to chew me out like the disappointment I am. The other part is trying to play nice, to lull me into a false

side. My eyes remain glued to the TV as I rapidly cycle through channels, a kaleidoscope of

male lead with tousled hair and a roguish grin. The over-the-top soundtrack swelling with orchestral passion as the camera pans over his

romance Selene had been obsessed with at the

clinically in my head to try to stop the feelings from overwhelming my heart. Terrible acting. Melodramatic plot. Cringeworthy dialogue. A lump forms in my throat, grief threatening

hero cups the face of his trembling omega mate, his eyes smoldering with an intensity that could set the screen on fire. "I will never choose her," he growls, his voice a deep rumble that is probably sending

life was as simple as worrying that my mate would want another

me. The scent of a familiar, nausea-inducing wolf washes over me, thick and musky with undertones of sweat and aggression. My heart pounds against my ribcage as if begging to

as he rakes his gaze over me. I fight back a shudder, memories of his cruel hands on my body making my skin crawl. I can smell the tuna on his breath from here, courtesy of the tuna sandwich for

least favorite smells now. I can't even think about tuna without

taking his eyes off me.

other two shifters flank him, their leering stares just as unsettling. I swallow hard, my mouth dry, as

he warns, his tone hard. "Alpha Renard will be here soon for dinner. I don't need any issues

at the threat, and he gives a lazy shrug. "Whatever you say, Phoenix. We'll

it head-on, refusing to show fear. A muscle in his jaw ticks, and I know

drawls, taking a step closer. "We're just here to make sure you don't try to run off again. Can't have our alpha's

a low growl rumbling in his chest. "That's enough,