Tangled

Chapter 133

133 Ava: The Party (IV)

“Ava,” an unfamiliar voice coos, and I cringe at its

overly saccharine tone.

Turning, I see Chloe sauntering toward me, hips swaying in a way that catches the eye of every male she passes. For a moment, I’m startled by her revealing clothes–a tight, low–cut top that leaves little to the imagination and a skirt so short it barely covers anything at all.

Like Lisa, her auburn hair flows in messy waves over her shoulders, but her eyes are slathered in fancy eyeliner and shadows that belong on one of those make–up artists from online videos. Fancy stuff. A little too much for me, but I can appreciate the talent

behind it.

She reaches me and greets me with an enthusiastic kiss on the cheek, her lips lingering just a bit too long for comfort. “You look amazing,” she gushes, her eyes raking over my body in a way that makes me want to squirm. “So much better than your training clothes.”

I force a smile, trying to ignore the way her

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compliments feel insincere, like she’s just saying what she thinks I want to hear. “Thanks, Chloe.”

Her hand reaches out, fingers grazing gently over my breast as she leans in close. “They suit you,” she purrs, and I fight the urge to recoil from her touch. “Don’t they?”

The question’s tossed to someone behind her, but I can’t tell who. There are too many wolves around watching us.

A whistle from one of the nearby male shifters makes my cheeks burn, and I step back, putting some distance between Chloe and myself. She just laughs, the sound grating on my nerves. “Oh, you’re adorable,” she coos, like I’m some sort of skittish animal she finds

amusing.

Before I can respond, she’s pressing a cup of pink punch into my hand, not even bothering to ask if I want it. I stare down at the liquid suddenly feeling out of my depth. Is this what life in the Westwood pack will be like? Overly familiar touches, suggestive comments, and a complete lack of personal boundaries?

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It doesn’t feel right.

weird, not–right feeling is back, my stomach churning and my

all just normal. Now I see why Selene was amused by that

I’m used to. I’m not even sure this is what’s normal here. If I’m reading

purpose.

feel like

Why?

cloying on my tongue. Chloe is still watching me, a smirk playing at the

looks at me sometimes like I’m the only person in the world. He’s never made

onfe van

The

He’s off dealing with my pack business, so it’s only fair that I navigate these shark–infested waters on

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Correct, Selene whispers.

I say, my

moment, before she plasters it back on. “Of course,” she says,

the invite,” I mutter, squeezing by her. I’d escaped into the kitchen to find peace, only to find someone

I wrong? Is this normal? Because it

at

shortly. There will always be

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of our training group’s skills. I

of a shifter with way too many secrets. Secrets I

sour you, Selene murmurs. Just mingle. There will always be jealous wolves, but there

Chloe. There are plenty of other wolves to

enough to introduce myself

and

Hmm.

Missing.

probably means they’re doing something

behind closed doors.

dancing, Selene

cast an inexperienced eye over all

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