Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 133

Chapter 133 Ava: The Party (IV)

"Ava," an unfamiliar voice coos, and I cringe at its overly saccharine tone.

Turning, I see Chloe sauntering toward me, hips swaying in a way that catches the eye of every male she passes. For a moment, I'm startled by her revealing clothes—a tight, low-cut top that leaves little to the imagination and a skirt so short it barely covers anything at all.

Like Lisa, her auburn hair flows in messy waves over her shoulders, but her eyes are slathered in fancy eyeliner and shadows that belong on one of those make-up artists from online videos. Fancy stuff. A little too much for me, but I can appreciate the talent behind it.

She reaches me and greets me with an enthusiastic kiss on the cheek, her lips lingering just a bit too long for comfort. "You look amazing," she gushes, her eyes raking over my body in a way that makes me want to squirm. "So much better than your training clothes."

I force a smile, trying to ignore the way her compliments feel insincere, like she's just saying what she thinks I want to hear. "Thanks, Chloe."

Her hand reaches out, fingers grazing gently over my breast as she leans in close. "They suit you," she purrs, and I fight the urge to recoil from her touch. "Don't they?"

The question's tossed to someone behind her, but I can't tell who. There are too many wolves around watching us.

A whistle from one of the nearby male shifters makes my cheeks burn, and I step back, putting some distance between Chloe and myself. She just laughs, the sound grating on my nerves. "Oh, you're adorable," she coos, like I'm some sort of skittish animal she finds amusing.

Before I can respond, she's pressing a cup of pink punch into my hand, not even bothering to ask if I want it. I stare down at the liquid, suddenly feeling out of my depth. Is this what life in the Westwood pack will be like? Overly familiar touches, suggestive comments, and a complete lack of personal boundaries?

It doesn't feel right.

That weird, not-right feeling is back, my stomach churning and my skin prickling with unease.

Here, it seems like everyone is in everyone else's business, touching and flirting and acting like it's all just normal. Now I see why Selene was amused by that girl staring at me earlier.

This isn't something I enjoy, and won't ever be something I'm used to. I'm not even sure this is what's normal here. If I'm reading Chloe right—and I think I am, paranoia be damned—she's done this all on purpose.

feel

Why?

sweetness cloying on my tongue. Chloe is still watching me, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She knows she's made me uncomfortable, and she seems

at me sometimes like I'm the only person in the world. He's never made me feel like this, objectified and on

it's only fair that I navigate these shark-infested waters on my own. I can't rely

I need to

Correct, Selene whispers.

as I meet Chloe's gaze head-on. "Thanks for the drink," I say, my voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in my stomach. "But I think

a moment, before she plasters it back on. "Of course," she says, her

her. I'd escaped into the kitchen to find peace, only to find

I wrong? Is this normal? Because it

Selene says shortly. There will always be those jealous of your

success? I'm in the bottom tier of our training group's skills. I can't shift. I'm not even a

way too many secrets. Secrets I can't even share with the man who's supposed to be my

you, Selene murmurs. Just mingle. There will always be jealous wolves, but there are also

about Mia and Chloe. There are

enough to introduce

Lisa and Bren

Hmm.

Missing.

means they're doing something

Or dancing, Selene offers.

I cast an inexperienced eye over all the gyrating, twisting bodies, noticing a quick pattern. Mostly men and woman dancing together, hips

less dancing and more like clothed

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