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.”

only have I been dragged home, now I have to make

No, thank you.

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

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

eyes remain glued to the TV as I rapidly cycle through channels, a kaleidoscope of colors and noise filling

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

the same cheesy shifter romance Selene had been obsessed with at the apartment.

to stop the feelings from overwhelming my heart. Terrible acting. Melodramatic plot. Cringeworthy dialogue. A lump forms in

1. me.

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

you go.

life was as simple as worrying that my mate would

woman.

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my body betrays me. The scent of a familiar, nausea–inducing wolf washes over me, thick and musky with undertones

Mason steps inside first, his eyes immediately finding me on the couch. A slow, predatory smile stretches across his face as he rakes his gaze over me. I fight back a shudder, memories

I can’t even think about tuna without

rumbles, never taking his eyes off me. “If it isn’t little Ava Grey, back where she belongs.”

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

necessary,” he warns, his

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dinner. I don’t need

then.”

a lazy shrug. “Whatever you say, Phoenix. We’ll be

fear. A muscle in his jaw

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

can we?”

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