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.

so young, as if we can only think with our dicks. Unfortunately for him, I've never

beneath my heel. Smoke wafts out

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

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

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

in an attempt to take it over in the next generation.

and shoot

wearing? I don't

his response, my gaze continues to

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 of blue I've ever seen, almost

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

Classy. Sexy. Mine.

deep in my gut, and my wolf growls in the back of my mind. It's a sound I've never heard before, a

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