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.

really think less of me and Kellan for being so young, as if we can only think with our dicks. Unfortunately for him, I've never

crushing it beneath my heel. Smoke wafts out of the car door

I need is to be accosted by some desperate she-wolf looking for a quick

and proud, his chest puffed out

I would ever allow that to happen. I may be young, but I'm not stupid. I know better than

would be nothing more than a facade in an attempt to take it over in the

my phone and shoot off a quick

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

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

Her dark blonde hair falls in 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

as the fabric swirls gently around her hips, giving just a hint of the curves beneath. I don't pay much attention to women's clothing, but I like hers.

Classy. Sexy. Mine.

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

scent her, and my wolf urges me 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 who attend this