Tangled

Chapter 59

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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

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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.”

I been dragged home, now I have to make them

No, thank you.

smells like the artificial scent of

frown deepening as I lazily 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

My eyes remain glued to the TV as I

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

had been obsessed with at

in, judging it 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

1. me.

could set the screen on fire. “I will never choose her,” he

you go.

on a bitter laugh. If only my life was as simple as worrying that my mate

woman.

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on the door. I try not to tense as Phoenix opens the door, but my body betrays me. The scent of a familiar, nausea–inducing wolf washes over me, thick and musky with undertones of sweat and aggression. My heart

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

favorite smells now. I can’t even think about tuna

his eyes off me. “If it isn’t

unsettling. I swallow hard, my mouth dry, as Phoenix turns to face them.

your hands off her unless it’s absolutely necessary,” he warns, his tone hard.

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soon for dinner. I don’t need any issues

then.”

and he gives a lazy shrug. “Whatever you say,

in his jaw ticks, and I know he can smell my discomfort no matter how much I try

closer. “We’re just here to make sure you don’t try to run off again. Can’t

can we?”

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