Tangled

46 Ava: Living Arrangements?!

46 Ava: Living Arrangements?!

I eye Ivy warily as she smiles at me, that warm expression not quite reaching her sharp gaze. “Clayton sent me to ensure you settle into your new lodgings comfortably. He personally chose the apartment himself and hopes it will suit you.”

I fight the frown that wants to curl my lips down. “That’s very kind of him, but I don’t need a place to stay. I’d prefer to just return home, if it’s all the same.”

Ivy’s smile doesn’t falter, but there’s a calculating glint in her eyes now. “And where is home for you, Ava? No one has managed to get even that basic information out of you yet.”

I hesitate, my heart giving a hard thump against my ribs. Telling this woman anything about my past or my origins feels unwise, and thinking that way makes me feel guilty. After all, everyone in this pack has treated me so kindly, even during my most embarrassing

moments.

Pressing my lips together, I refuse as politely as I can. “I just want to return home. I appreciate the offer, but

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you all have done too much for me as it is.”

Ivy watches me closely. “I see,” she murmurs. “Well, I’ll let Clayton know that you refused.” She sounds a little too satisfied.

I watch Ivy closely as she takes my hands in hers, searching her face for any hint of deception. There’s something almost too sincere in the way she looks at me. The gentle curve of her lips doesn’t match the hardness of her eyes.

“Take care of yourself, Ava,” she says softly, giving my hands a gentle squeeze before releasing them.

“Thank you.” I’m not really sure how else to respond. She acts so concerned, and yet she’s met me for all of

two minutes.

Ivy turns and crosses the room, plucking a pen from

the small table beside the door. She scribbles

something on the pad of paper there before tearing off the sheet and placing it in my hands.

“That’s my number. In case you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to call me.”

With that, she’s gone, the door clicking shut quietly

behind her.

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glancing at the paper with her looping handwriting scrawled across

cunning by far, pup. Watch yourself around that one.

as if it might reveal Ivy’s true intentions. You think she’s up to something?

out loud; I’m sure Ivy would hear

1. me.

take over the control she has in the pack. As the alpha’s

would make

part of any pack’s

sound of dissent in my head. Do

a man’s intentions with random kindness, Ava. It will only cause

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when Clayton strides into the room.

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expression is unreadable as he approaches my bedside, but then he leans down and brushes a

in greeting, the deep rumble of his voice sending an involuntary shiver down my

Since I’m not in heat anymore, I’d assumed he would treat me like he

with an intensity that makes me want to squirm. “I hear

cheeks flush at his blunt statement. “I told your sister I didn’t need it.”

face is still inscrutable. “And why

an edge to his tone that I can’t quite read. Protectiveness? Irritation? I grip the thin

to get back to,” I

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job, an apartment. I appreciate

I don’t need charity.”

charity, Ava. It was an offer to take care of you, to provide for you as is my duty and privilege as your…” He hesitates, then rephrases. “After what

in my cheeks at the reference to the passion of the past week. I shake my head. “I told

done enough. I should be apologizing for

return to,” he says at last. “What’s so important that you’d turn down the protection and care of

prodding, my defenses rising. “Why does it matter?” I

the alpha who claimed you, even temporarily, it’s my responsibility to

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omega, I don’t feel comfortable not being able to keep an eye

open my mouth to protest that he doesn’t owe me anything, that what happened was a mistake, but Selene’s voice stops