Tangled

Chapter 59

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

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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.”

been dragged home, now I have

No, thank you.

reaching for the remote. The soft fabric smells like the artificial scent of

feel the weight of his gaze, disapproval radiating off him in waves. He’s struggling, I can tell. Part of him wants

him the satisfaction of acknowledging either side. My eyes remain glued to the TV as I rapidly cycle through channels, a kaleidoscope of colors and noise filling

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eye. A hunky male lead with tousled hair and a roguish

romance Selene had been obsessed with at

head to try to stop the feelings from

1. me.

screen, the alpha 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 thousands of women across

you go.

only my life was as simple as

woman.

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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 pounds against my ribcage as if begging

memories

my least favorite smells now. I can’t even think about

his eyes off me. “If it isn’t little Ava Grey,

leering stares just as unsettling. I swallow hard, my mouth dry, as Phoenix turns

off her unless it’s absolutely necessary,” he warns, his

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here soon for dinner. I

then.”

smile only widens at the threat, and he gives a lazy shrug. “Whatever

fear. A muscle in his jaw ticks,

make sure you don’t try to run off

can we?”

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