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.”

I been dragged home, now

No, thank you.

the remote. The soft fabric smells like the artificial scent of clean linen. A scent I’ve grown to

Part of him wants to chew me out like the disappointment I am. The other part is trying to play

the TV as I rapidly cycle through channels, a

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catches my eye. A hunky male lead with tousled hair and a roguish grin. The over–the–top soundtrack swelling

cheesy shifter romance Selene had been

my chest sharpens as I take it all in, judging it clinically in my head to try to stop the feelings from overwhelming my heart. Terrible

1. me.

“I will never choose her,” he growls, his voice a deep rumble that is probably sending thousands of women across the country

you go.

was

woman.

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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

he 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 the tuna on This breath from here, courtesy of the tuna sandwich for he

now. I can’t even think about tuna without gagging.

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

unsettling. I swallow hard, my mouth dry,

absolutely necessary,” he warns, his tone hard. “Alpha

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soon for dinner. I don’t need

then.”

gives a lazy shrug. “Whatever you

I force myself to meet it head–on, refusing to show fear. A muscle in his jaw ticks, and I know he can smell my discomfort no matter

he drawls, taking a step closer. “We’re just here to make sure you don’t try to run off again. Can’t have our alpha’s prize

can we?”

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