Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 31 Ava: Omega? (IV)

It's a man—no, a shifter—with a mane of auburn hair pulled back in a practical ponytail. His sharp features are softened by warm amber eyes that crinkle at the corners as he offers Clayton a respectful nod.

"The rogues have been taken care of," he says, his tone clipped and professional. "The authorities have been alerted, and our people are cleaning up the scene."

Clayton returns the nod, his expression grim. "Good work, Rowan. This is Ava—she was the target."

I study the newcomer with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. His nostrils flare as he takes in my scent, and his eyes widen almost imperceptibly. Before I can react, he takes an impulsive step forward, his gaze locked on me with an intensity that makes my breath catch in my throat.

Alarm bells blare in my mind, every instinct screaming at me to flee. But then Clayton moves swiftly, placing himself between Rowan and me in one fluid motion. He extends an arm, effectively halting Rowan's advance with a subtle shake of his head.

Rowan freezes, his eyes fluttering shut as he draws in a deep, steadying breath. When he opens them again, a flicker of shame crosses his features, and he dips his head in a silent apology.

"My apologies, Ava," he murmurs, his voice strained. "It isn't often we run into a true omega entering heat."

My brow furrows in confusion as I glance between the two shifters. "A true omega?" I echo uncertainly. "I've seen many omegas enter heat. It doesn't seem rare."

birth and omegas by rank," he explains, his deep voice measured and even. "Omegas by birth are rare, and their heat can affect any

down my spine as the implications sink in. If my heat can affect even the most disciplined of shifters, then I'm in far more danger than

expression unreadable. "Is

my family surge to the surface, bitter and unwanted. I can't bring myself to answer, to

thick with unspoken questions and lingering tension. Finally, Clayton gives a slight nod, as if accepting my

can tell us what you're comfortable with when you're ready." He turns to Rowan, his expression hardening ever so slightly. "Keep your distance for now. I'll have one of

mixture of remorse and something

and his beta, no less. And if what they're saying is true, if I really am this

the fuck is Selene

the fuck are

and I clutch Clayton's jacket tighter around my shoulders,

go back home. I want to be in my apartment, far away from so many shifters. From the alpha

I draw in a shaky breath, smelling the ocean and pines once again—Clayton's scent. Oddly enough,

seat, wincing as the movement aggravates

as he stands guard outside the vehicle. His broad shoulders are squared, his stance unwavering, every inch the powerful alpha he is. Yet there's