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.

back, my stomach churning and my skin

in everyone else’s business, touching and flirting and acting like it’s all just normal. Now

and won’t ever be something I’m used to. I’m not even sure this is what’s normal here. If I’m reading Chloe right–and I think I am, paranoia be damned–she’s done

purpose.

me feel like I

Why?

smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She knows she’s made me

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dealing with my pack business, so it’s only fair that I navigate these shark–infested waters on my own. I can’t rely

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Correct, Selene whispers.

head–on. “Thanks for the drink,” I say, my voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in my

falters, just for a moment, before she plasters it back on. “Of course,” she says, her tone sickly sweet.

I mutter, squeezing by her. I’d escaped into the

this normal? Because

normal at all.

says shortly. There will

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success? I’m in the bottom tier of our training group’s skills. I can’t shift. I’m not even a proper mate.

many secrets. Secrets I can’t even share with the man who’s

this sour you, Selene murmurs. Just mingle. There will always

There are plenty of other

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

Lisa and

Hmm.

Missing.

probably means they’re doing

behind closed doors.

Selene offers.

Or dancing. I cast an

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