Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 27

Chapter 27 Ava: Watched

I step into my apartment, muscles aching from another grueling self-defense session with Kyle. Despite the pain, I can feel myself getting stronger.

A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I kick off my shoes, relishing the feeling of being home, safe within these walls. Selene's thoughts brush against my consciousness, a comforting feeling after an awful day, as she pads over to the couch to take a nap.

You did well today. You're progressing rapidly, as I knew you would.

I nod, offering a weary smile. "Thanks. I feel like a truck hit me, but in a good way, you know?"

A low chuckle reverberates through our bond. Rest, my human. You've earned it.

Peeling off my sweat-drenched clothes, I make my way to the bathroom, the promise of a hot shower beckoning me. As the water cascades over my aching muscles, I allow my mind to drift, replaying the events of the day.

And inevitably, my thoughts turn to him.

Lucas.

Just the mere thought of his name sends a shiver down my spine, a heady mixture of longing and resentment coiling deep within me. I can still see the intensity in his golden eyes, the way his gaze seemed to strip me bare.

Unbidden, my body responds to the memory, a traitorous flush creeping up my neck as desire unfurls in my core. I curse inwardly, hating the way he still has this effect on me, even after everything that transpired between us.

a cool balm against the raging inferno of my emotions. He threw you away like trash, she growls. It does

She's right, of course. Lucas had his chance, and he squandered it, crushing my heart beneath the heel of his contempt. The pain of that

"Believe me, I haven't forgotten." And yet, a treacherous part of me yearns for his touch, his embrace, his

flows. Do not let him in just because the bond tries to call

anything to me in weeks, if you don't count breaking into my apartment when I'm not home. Even at work, he'd stepped

dangerous.

I need to

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passes in

morning, there's a note on my apartment door. It only says, "I'm so sorry,"

time I take his card, he looks me in the eyes and says, "I'm sorry. I don't need

he takes his coffee and

there watching me for hours, like

It's bizarre.

the back of my head every time she sees him. I'm grateful that Lucas has yet to realize she's anything more than

dinner waiting for me at home. Granted, he's broken in

he's

new bag of dog food the first time I came home to dinner, though

donated it to the

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