Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 29 Ava: Omega? (II)

[WARNING: Sensitive content.]

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There's a luxury I've indulged in since I left my pack.

The news.

I wasn't allowed to watch it at home because of its 'human bias'.

One thing I learned in the news is that sexual assault from shifters happens at least twice as often as it does from humans, and that's only what's reported in the human community. It's estimated that assault within the shifter community is be much higher.

Theories run rampant, but there's one that feels authentic to me. It talks about the bestial temperament of wolf shifters, and how their innate need to breed like wild animals gets the best of them. This is why we often have fights between males over women, even with a fated connection in place.

It's something I don't think about too much, because it was just a part of my life when I lived in a shifter pack. Now that I live among humans, I can see how different the relationship is between humans, compared to how it is in our packs. I see why they are kept so separate.

And as someone in this kind of situation again, I'm inclined to think that humans are a hell of a lot smarter than shifters.

I stare over my kidnapper's shoulder, looking through the window. We're no longer in the city. Towering trees flank both sides of the winding road.

I swallow hard, my throat constricting around the lump of panic that threatens to choke me. Selene's silence has me anxious, worried that I'll be alone when I have to fight for my freedom.

the front seat. They're talking again, their gruff voices blending together in a low

Fucking shifters.

runs through me, and I clench my fists to still the trembling of my hands. I can't

one holding me. I let go of my fists to dig my nails into the worn leather of the seat I'm lying on, my legs bent awkwardly against the other door. They're going to be on edge when they bring me

mind races, desperate for a plan, for any sliver of hope that

don't even want my fated mate, much

my scar, as he rubs and grunts against me. "Fuck, you feel good. You going

I can't even talk back. I just groan beneath the weight of his body, constricting my lungs. He must think I'm making a sexy response, though, because his breathing quickens and he rubs harder against me, his arousal unmistakable in

hands and try to push him off, but it only seems to excite him further.

backfires as he yanks my legs apart and wraps them around his waist.

not, but apparently this excites the other one,

Oh, my God.

Is he—

Yes.

He is.

his arm is unmistakable

to switch places with me," he growls. "It isn't fair that you

think I can wait until we get there, anyway." His hand's

think of something, anything, that would get through their horny skulls. "If you do it out here—my scent

an excuse, it's pretty flimsy, but the feral look in his fades slightly. His hand cups my cheek as he croons, "What a smart girl our little mate is. You're right. We'd have to kill anyone who smells you." He slides his other hand up my shirt, easily breaking my grasp. I can feel him cupping my breast through

say, frantic now. "I don't want to