Tangled
Chapter 3
3 Ava: Danger
[WARNING: Sensitive content ahead.]
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
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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.
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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.
As I step 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 nose.
Mason, my childhood bully and ever–present tormentor, is here. Inside. With me.
of my home, his face twisted into a sneer that chills my spine. I can’t even step
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to find some fuckwit willing to take you as a mate.” His voice drips with malice as he steps
the wall with a dull thump, and Todd’s hand circles my
floor, and for a moment my idiot brain focuses on the apples
They’ll be bruised. We’ll have to eat them faster than I expected.
gala, huh? You think you can ever escape our pack?” His breath is hot and tuna fresh on my face, and
bleeding me of all those precious hopes and dreams I’ve kept in secret. “Do you actually believe anyone would want you? A wolfless freak like you? You’d be
ribcage, a trapped bird desperate for escape. His grip tightens in
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struggle, and my mouth opens as I begin to pant for
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.
try to kick, but
entire body and trying to ignore the hard evidence pushing against my belly of exactly how much he’s enjoying this moment. “If any bruises show, Dad’s going to be furious. You really want to
Dad doesn’t give a shit when I come home with bruises, but now the gala is just around the corner. If his youngest daughter showed
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to submit, taking every abuse thrown my way and plotting revenge. That was before I learned that real life
all day long. Whatever lets me live to tomorrow. Whatever keeps his dick in his pants and out of
the sound with a little vibrato, as though I want to cry. I tilt my head further back, baring my neck to him.
His growl of approval sends revulsion shuddering through every millimeter of my skin, and I struggle to keep my face blank as he sniffs beneath
fish.
with force, but I somehow manage to avoid puking
hand falls to my hip, tugging me
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my jaw. “I need to make dinner. Phoenix is coming
and unyielding. The shriek that escapes me is beyond my control, and I slap at his shoulder in a frantic attempt to escape, writhing against his grip.
not before suckling a motherfucking hickey onto my skin. He grips my jaw, staring into my eyes, and I realize then that the game has somehow changed for him. For me.
grins at me in
a white horse among our packs. There’s nothing to save you at
stomach falls to my
be our little pack whore, Ava. Even without a wolf.” The
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against my belly, pushing in, before sliding a little farther to cup between my thighs and squeeze. “You won’t be good for much else, but at least
up. I can’t even feel most of my body anymore. Everything is dark around the edges, but his words keep slithering into my ear, poison to everything
Ava. It won’t be too hard to use you.” He groans,
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