Tangled

Chapter 114

114 Ava: Standing Up to the Alpha

Lucas continues to pace, and Lisa folds her arms as she watches him, her chin tilted up in a defiant gesture

I know well.

She won’t back down, even from an alpha. If there’s such a thing as an alpha human, Lisa would probably be one. It doesn’t surprise me that her parents allowed her to come here; she gets what she wants, one way or

another.

Lucas stops his agitated steps, the soles of his boots squeaking against the linoleum floor. There’s a long, heavy sigh that seems to deflate his broad shoulders. When his golden eyes meet mine, they’re filled with a mix of resignation and apology.

“You’re right, Ava,” he says, his deep voice softening. “I’m sorry for trying to control you. It’s not my place.”

Selene snorts in my mind, her presence a comforting weight. He’s only sorry because you spoke up.

I mentally shush her, not wanting to ruin this moment of understanding with Lucas. It’s a small victory, but an important one. He needs to see me as an equal, not

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someone to be ordered around as he pleases.

Lucas turns to Kellan, who’s been standing silently by the door, his face an unreadable mask. “Change of

plans. Ava’s going back to Lisa’s apartment.”

schools his features back into a neutral expression. “Understood. I’ll get

Kellan exits

palpable, but there’s also a sense of relief. I’ve

a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll go make

okay?”

I

sparkling with mischief. “Probably be bored out of your

a wink, she’s gone, leaving

his weight from foot

Up

contrast to the confident, commanding alpha I’ve come to

heart skip a beat.

lump in my throat, my emotions a tangled mess. Part of me wants to throw myself into his

part, the part that’s been burned before, holds back, even as a familiar tingle slides over

to bring us together. It hates distance, and

into his arms.

need time. Space. I need to figure out

eyes darken, pupils dilating with a primal hunger that sends a

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despite my reservations.

stolen kiss isn’t

deep voice a caress against

time, but I

feels for you. I’ll do my best, but I need

out, his calloused fingers brushing against my cheek with a gentleness that belies his strength. It’s a touch

warns in my mind, her presence a grounding force amidst the swirl of emotions. Remember what

his scent of pine and musk enveloping me like a warm embrace. My body reacts instinctively, leaning into his touch as a soft sigh escapes

breathe, my voice barely above a whisper.

can’t. Not now. Not like

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