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.

must really think less of me and Kellan for being so young, as if we can only think with our dicks.

and crushing it beneath my

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 bond. I have more important things to focus on, like figuring out what the Blackwoods are

his chest puffed out

can't help but 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

would be nothing more than a facade in an attempt to take it over in the next generation. The real question is, why has their

phone and shoot off a

wearing? I don't see her with the

gaze continues to roam the ballroom. And that's when I

in soft waves around her face, and her thick-framed glasses only seem

the swell of her breasts. My fingers twitch as the fabric swirls gently around her hips, giving just a hint of the curves beneath. I don't

Classy. Sexy. Mine.

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

the shadows and keep my eyes on her. She's uncomfortable, and walks as though her shoes are foreign,