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.

as if we can only think with our dicks. Unfortunately

slip my phone into my pocket and slide out of the car, throwing my half-smoked cigarette to the ground and crushing it beneath my heel. Smoke wafts out of the car door before I slam it shut, nodding at the shifters stationed

be accosted by some desperate she-wolf looking for a quick lay or a mating bond.

Alexander Grey and his brood. It 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,

may be young, but I'm not stupid. I know better than to trust a pack with a reputation like theirs. Their

in an attempt to take it over in the next generation. The real question is, why has

out my phone and shoot off

the youngest daughter wearing? I don't see

response, my gaze continues to

soft waves around her face, and her thick-framed glasses only seem to enhance the striking blue of her eyes. They're the lightest shade of blue

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

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.

to get closer. Instead, I stick to the shadows and keep my eyes on her. She's uncomfortable, and walks as though her shoes are foreign, but she's clearly a little older than most of the first-time she-wolves