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.”

home, now

No, thank you.

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

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 I

either side. My eyes remain glued to the TV as I rapidly cycle through

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and a roguish grin. The over–the–top soundtrack swelling with orchestral passion as

romance Selene had been obsessed with

it clinically in my head to try to stop the feelings from overwhelming my heart.

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,”

you go.

nearly choke on a bitter laugh. If only my life was as simple as

woman.

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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 pounds against my ribcage as if begging

A slow, predatory smile stretches across his face as he rakes his gaze over me. I fight back a shudder, memories

least favorite smells now. I can’t even think

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

leering stares just as unsettling. I swallow hard,

necessary,”

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dinner. I

then.”

a lazy shrug.

drifts back to me, and I force myself to meet it head–on, refusing to show fear. A muscle in his jaw

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

can we?”

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