Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 6 Lucas: Gala (II)

LUCAS

I stare down at my phone, reading Kellan's texts with a furrowed brow, tapping my foot against the seat in front of me. I have yet to enter the ballroom, because I don't like dealing with this kind of shit. The annual fated mate hunt, where barely legal women throw themselves at you in hopes of finding that mystical connection. Fuck that.

[KELLAN: The Blackwood wolves are here, just as we suspected. There are definitely two daughters. The rumors might be true. I'm going in.]

[KELLAN: Keep an eye on the younger daughter. Something's off about her relationship with her family. Grey just about threw her away when I came up, and he's trying to get the older one in my pants.]

I'm surprised. It would make more sense if they had aimed for me, as the alpha, but to send Jessa Grey into Kellan's arms…

Unless they wanted another daughter. If Grey didn't want Kellan anywhere near the other one, perhaps it was because he had another target in mind.

If both his daughters were mated to the alpha and beta of my pack—yeah, I can see the appeal, if I was a two-headed snake like Grey. He would probably be running my pack within the year, if I were stupid enough to let something like that happen.

young, as if we can only think with our dicks.

my heel. Smoke wafts out of the car door before I slam it shut, nodding at the shifters stationed by the entrance to

the ballroom, I keep to the shadows, avoiding the gazes of the other attendees. The last thing I need is to be accosted by some desperate she-wolf looking for a quick lay or a mating

doesn't take long to spot them. Grey stands tall and proud, his chest puffed out like he owns the place. His son, Phoenix, hovers nearby, his expression stoic and unreadable. And then there's his daughter, Jessa,

scoff at the sight. The Blackwoods are so transparent in their attempts to force an alliance between our packs. As if I would ever allow that to happen. I may be young, but I'm not stupid. I know better than to trust a pack with a reputation like theirs. Their alpha didn't even show up, proving that he had

be nothing more than a facade in an attempt to take it over in the next generation. The real question

shoot off a quick text to

youngest daughter wearing? I

his response, my gaze continues to roam the ballroom. And that's when

shadows. Her dark blonde hair falls in soft waves around her face, and her thick-framed glasses

gently around her hips, giving just

Classy. Sexy. Mine.

desire deep in my gut, and my wolf growls in the back of my mind. It's a sound I've never heard before, a primal recognition of something I can't quite put my finger on. All I know is that I want her, and I want

my eyes on her. She's uncomfortable, and walks as though her shoes are foreign, but she's clearly a little