Tangled

69 Ava: Sister Miriam (I)

Mom’s fingers deftly twist and turn my hair, pinning it into some sort of elaborate style. Her touch is clinical, devoid of any maternal warmth, as she secures each lock into place with sharp tugs.

She’s been doing this for hours, trying to figure out the best style for the mating ceremony. The only comfort I have is in knowing she’ll never have the chance to dress me as planned.

“Honestly, Ava, couldn’t you have made more of an effort with your appearance?” she chides, as

disapproving as always. “Your hair is little better than a

rat’s nest.”

This is something she’s said at least three other times in the hour she’s been here. I bite back the retort that hovers on my tongue, knowing better than to provoke

her ire.

A musical jingle causes her to pause, and she checks something on her phone for a second, before returning to her project. “It’s a good thing your worth isn’t tied to your looks,” she continues, her words

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cutting deeper than any physical blow. “You should be

grateful that Alpha Renard has deigned to mate with you, despite your deficiencies.”

There’s a little chip in the paint of the wall above the mirror, and my eyes are drawn toward it. It’s

something to focus on as I tune out her nagging and cruel remarks. For a woman who’s capable of so much love toward her older children, it’s amazing how much

vitriol she can throw at another.

wasn’t positive I were her child by birth, I would definitely assume

Ava,” she warns me, still yanking and tugging, “Don’t let it go to your head. The title of Luna is not for the likes of you. You’ll be a mate in name only. It’s still an honor, but the pack can never have a blemish as

struggle to maintain my composure, to keep the bitter resentment from showing on my face.

to meet her gaze. She’s almost manic in her quest for my acquaintance.

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and you will bear his children. That is the extent of your purpose.”

a puppet on strings. My mind, however,

I’ll contact Lisa.

elegant bearing and a bright, unsettling

either. Her eyes are a dark, glittering red and her hair is black without the faintest sheen of color in its highlights, adding

of respect crossing her features. “Sister Miriam,” she greets

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faint smile playing on her lips. They’re pale and thin. “The honor is mine, Grace. Alpha Renard requested my expertise in a delicate matter.”

skin. It’s hard to hold her

I had hackles, they’d

predator. She’s an existence that’s dangerous even to wolves. I

what she

She’s affected, too. “Alpha Renard said

suddenly unable to meet Sister Miriam’s probing stare. I don’t know what she can do that a pregnancy test

as she approaches. “I am the most skilled in detecting the earliest signs of breeding. The alpha

by my side, meeting my

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smile is wide, her teeth too white. It looks unnatural on her face, as though

that

inside me protesting the close contact. It’s

eyes.

collarbone, down my chest and finally coming

Tenderness?”

“No.”

and I flinch. Though her hands are cold, an