Tangled

89 Ava: A Mild Overreaction

I glance away from Lucas, unable to hold his intense gaze. My heart sinks like a stone, the weight of the secrets I’ve kept pressing down on me.”

It isn’t even like I’ve been keeping them on purpose, but I feel like a she–wolf caught cheating on her mate.

And yet no matter how innocent it was at the time–no matter what state our mate connection was in–these are the types of secrets that can bury our relationship before it ever starts. Honesty is the best policy. Better to get it all out in the open, even if he rejects me again.

Even if he formally rejects me.

Last time, the rejection was implied; this time…

I shudder at the thought and take a deep, steadying breath, trying to psych myself up.

I have to talk about my stay with the Aspen pack. About Clayton. I’ll have to explain about my heat, too.

As soon as I gather an ounce of courage, Lucas‘ phone rings again. I gróan audibly, the sound ripping from my throat before I can stop it. “Are you serious?” It’s the

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89 Ava: A Mild Overreaction

middle of the night! Who the hell calls someone in the middle of the night?!

Lucas‘ brows furrow in apology, clearly thinking I’m upset that he’s taking calls during our conversation. “I’m sorry, it will only be a moment.”

“No, no,” I rush to assure him, waving a hand. “That’s not it at all. I’m just…” I trail off, unsure of how to explain.

He leans forward to kiss my forehead. Apparently this is something he’s going to do often.

I don’t mind it, but it doesn’t quite feel like we’re at that point yet.

I really need to talk to him.

“I’m sorry, Ava. This is another alpha. I’ll be right back.”

“Go, go.” I wave him off. It isn’t like I don’t understand the weight of such a call.

But then he utters words that make my blood run cold. “Hey, Clayton, is everything okay?”

I’m frozen.

glacier of wolfless shifter, stuck on the

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my fated mate as he walks out the door, talking on the

My what?

My lover?

had sex, yes. Lots

I might be pregnant.

think I am. Because wouldn’t they

have to somehow discreetly inquire

about this.

tell Lucas, now, because he’s

is Clayton calling

who

he wanting

Shit.

squeezing as hard as it can. Clayton. Of all the worst

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already in the hall, talking to the man who saw all of me, naked

took the virginity that should have been saved

Oh, fuck.

with all the emotions and thoughts dashing through my head, back and forth without

for so long? Why

isn’t my Clayton.

Clayton. Aspen’s Clayton.

it’s some other Clayton.

many times in a row. Maybe he doesn’t

was just a figment of

Hah.

that be nice?

loopy. I’m starting

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all because of panic.

Breathe, Ava.

and prepare for the conversation.

a chance

not in

tightly and practice deep breathing, filling my lungs as best as I can. In through my nose, out through my mouth. Slow and steady. I close my

pulsing whoosh so strong that I can feel it echoing through my entire body. The anxious thoughts continue. Clayton. Lucas. What they could be discussing.

Out. In. Out.

like this. Life. isn’t always going to be roses. It never was before, and it’s not

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