Tangled

70 Ava: Sister Miriam (II)

Trepidation and anxiety flow in equal measure through my veins as my mother leans forward, tired of waiting for a clear answer. “Can you sense if Ava is pregnant, Sister Miriam?” o

The woman’s eyes glaze, her gaze becoming distant as if peering into another realm. Her voice deepens, taking on a strong cadence that seems to vibrate the very air around us. “An ancient power lies dormant, awaiting the weakest to awaken it. Her womb shall house the strongest, who will inherit the legacy of the

Lycans.”

And just like that, she’s back, the energy dispersed in mere seconds. She blinks at me, then toward my

mother. “It is uncertain,” she answers, still with her eerie smile. “I shall come again before the ceremony. Alpha Renard has chosen well.”

“Ah, yes…” My mom’s pathetic agreement only cements her disdain toward me. “Thank you for coming, Sister

Miriam.”

“What are friends for, Grace?”

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Sister Miriam’s gaze meets mine once again. There’s a glint in her eyes that makes me nervous. “If you ever need me, child,” she says, her voice low and almost melodic, “simply light a candle and call my name. I’ll

find you.”

I watch Sister Miriam leave, her words lingering in the air like an ominous mist. As the door closes behind her,

my mother lets out a shudder, her face twisted. She

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the dresser and rubs the gel over her palms, making sure no amount of skin is untouched, as if trying to scrub away an invisible stain.

“Who is she?” I ask, unable to contain my curiosity despite the strange encounter.

My mother’s eyes narrow as she turns to face me. “Stop being so nosy, Ava,” she snaps, her voice laced with irritation. “That’s none of your concern.”

She looks over my body in disgust. “It’s unfortunate that we still don’t know if you’re pregnant, but I guess there’s little we can do except wait.”

I watch my mother closely as she continues fussing with my hair, her movements stiff and agitated. The

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her visibly unsettled,

demeanor.

of prophet?” I ask, unable to contain

hair. She meets my gaze in the mirror, her eyes narrowing. “I told you, it’s none of your concern,” she snaps, her voice

her sharp tone, but a part of me refuses to back down. “But she was saying such

was said here.

she’s thinking of her own status in the pack. If Alpha Renard hears something like that, it doesn’t matter what plan

tightens, and I wince as she tugs at a lock with more force than necessary. “Enough, Ava. You’re not to speak of this again, do you understand?” Her voice

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I’ve heard countless times before.

to nod, so I choke out a soft,

***

in the

down any food, wondering if at any

know about the power I can’t access? And are her

spot?

circular thoughts and I whirl around to see Phoenix entering the room. His expression is grim, his brow furrowed with concern. He tosses

“What’s going

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Sister

ask, heart pounding.

freaking out about what Sister Miriam

bells in my

food I’ve eaten from past to future. “Are they going

his head. “No, they won’t,” he assures me, but his tone is laced with uncertainty. “Look, Ava,

truly be able to bear him any kids, considering that he hasn’t had any luck in so long. Even with you being an omega, Alpha

Renard is barren.”

frowning. “What do you mean? How do you know

his shoulders sagging with the weight of some unseen burden. “Dad and Mom said that his

weren’t

be true. “How is that

rolling his shoulders

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to my desk, then to

it up. She told Dad everything.”

has been deceived all this time, his wife bearing children that were not truly his own. They’d been his pride and joy, even if they were weak for alpha–heirs, all of them dying during

with other shifters.

too much

because they weren’t alpha heirs

Did she mate

ask, my voice trembling with a mixture of disbelief

in a pack. She didn’t want to lose her position

edge of my bed, my mind reeling.

our pack?

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