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.

being so young, as if we can only think with our dicks. Unfortunately for him, I've

and crushing it beneath my heel. Smoke wafts out of the car door before I slam it shut, nodding at the shifters stationed by 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 bond. I have more important things to focus

Grey stands tall and proud, his chest puffed out like

I may be young, but I'm not stupid. I

facade in an attempt to take it over

and shoot off

youngest daughter wearing? I don't see her with the

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

falls in soft waves around her face, and her thick-framed glasses only seem to enhance the striking blue of her

wearing an elegant little number in black, with the barest peek at 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

Classy. Sexy. Mine.

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,

Instead, I stick to the shadows and keep my eyes on her. She's uncomfortable,