Chapter 26 Lucas: Watching
LUCAS
Her scent dances around me. Every breath I take fills my lungs with the sweet, honey and vanilla notes that have haunted my dreams since that fateful night at the Lunar Gala. Ava. Just the thought of her name sends a shiver down my spine.
For weeks, I've been watching her from the shadows, unable to resist the pull of her presence. The need to be near her has consumed me, driving me to break into her apartment just to bask in the lingering traces of her essence. I'm a desperate man, lost in the throes of an obsession I can't explain nor control.
As I stand before her now, my wolf howls with unbridled joy inside my head, reveling in her proximity. Part of me had hoped that the fact she didn't run when she realized I'd found her meant something more. An acknowledgement of the connection that binds us together.
But as her gaze meets mine, devoid of any emotion, I feel the weight of disappointment settle heavily in my chest. She regards me with the same polite indifference she would show any other customer, and the realization stings like a slap to the face.
Leaning over the counter, I can't help but ask, "How have you been? Are you okay?" The words tumble out, laced with concern and a hint of desperation that I can't quite mask.
For a fleeting moment, I see her falter, a crack in her impassive facade. But it's gone as quickly as it appeared, and she meets my gaze with a cool detachment that cuts deeper than any blade.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I need you to order or step aside for the other customers."
Her voice is clipped, professional, devoid of any warmth or recognition. It's as if our shared moment in the garden never happened, as if the connection that ignited between us was nothing more than a fleeting fantasy.
I want to protest, to demand that she acknowledges the bond that ties us together. But the words stick in my throat as I remember the look on her face right before she turned and ran. All I can do is nod mutely and order something random off the menu.
When I give her my card, our fingertips brush together, and the spark of our connection floods through me. My wolf yips and whines. My mate, he howls, and I can only apologize to him again.
my fault that our mate isn't in
as she glides behind the counter. Every movement she makes is fluid, almost hypnotic, drawing my gaze. The gentle sway of her hips as she leans over to grab a mug, the way her delicate fingers curl around it—it's all I can do
he watches the exchange,
imagine the satisfying crunch of his nose breaking beneath
still, my nails digging crescents into my palms as I wrestle with the animalistic impulses raging within me. I can't afford to do anything that might jeopardize what little chance I have of winning her over. One wrong move, one slip of control, and I could lose
seethe in silence as Carlos throws his head back with a laugh, basking in the warmth of Ava's attention. Every fiber of my being screams at me to intervene, to stake my claim and remind her of the bond we share,
It's as if I'm invisible to her, a ghost haunting the periphery of her world, unable to
at the woman I want more than anything, an older woman approaches me with a warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that speaks of a lifetime spent laughing. "Good morning," she
smile in return.
leave, her gaze drifting over to where Ava is chatting with the dickhead behind the counter. There's a knowing
Ava, don't you?" she asks, her tone casual but laced with a hint
running a hand through my hair as I contemplate how to respond. Part of me wants to deny any knowledge of her, knowing she's probably told these people nothing. But there's something about the woman's gentle demeanor that compels me
afraid I've done something terrible to her, and I'm
she doesn't press me for details. Instead, she pulls out the chair across
that you've made a mistake," she says sagely. "That's more than a lot of people can
head ruefully. "Trust me, it was more than just a
betrayal in her eyes. The scent of her tears mingling with the sweet honey and vanilla that clings to her skin. The anguished howls of my wolf as our mate fled
now, my soul shrivels even more. She must have looked at me as salvation, and I'd betrayed
little wonder she wants nothing
voice thick with self-loathing.
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In Chapter 26 of the After I left Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas) series,Ava Grey is a wolfless outcast in the Blackwood Pack, treated as worthless by her family and pack members. To escape their disdain, she works at a coffee shop in White Peak, finding solace in her only friend, Lisa, a human unaware of Ava’s true identity. Lisa encourages Ava to break free, but leaving the pack is nearly impossible......... Will this Chapter 26 author Novelxo mention any details. Follow Chapter 26 and the latest episodes of this series at Novelxo.com.
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