Tangled

Chapter 133

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“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.

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

business, touching and flirting and acting like it’s all just

sure this is what’s normal here.

purpose.

like I

Why?

sip of the punch, the sweetness cloying on my tongue. Chloe is still watching me, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She knows

person in the world. He’s never made me feel like this,

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Lucas isn’t here right now. He’s off dealing with my pack business, so it’s only fair that I navigate these shark–infested waters on my own. I can’t rely on him to protect me from every unwanted advance or

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Correct, Selene whispers.

for the drink,” I say, my voice steady despite the nerves

back on. “Of course,” she says, her tone sickly

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

wrong? Is this normal? Because it

normal at

shortly. There will always be those

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of our training group’s skills. I can’t shift. I’m not even a

many secrets.

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

Mia and Chloe. There

course, I’m not outgoing enough to introduce myself to

Lisa and

Hmm.

Missing.

means they’re

behind closed doors.

dancing, Selene

dancing. I cast an inexperienced

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