Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 35

Chapter 35 Clayton: Overcome (II)

CLAYTON

I tear at the hands restraining me, snarling with a fury that nearly chokes me. The scent of my mate—my omega—still clings to my skin, an intoxicating perfume that drives me to the brink of madness.

"Let me go!" I roar, thrashing against the iron grip of my beta and the guards I'd assigned to Ava's room—all mated, all safe from her heat. They hold fast, dragging me further from the room where she lies. Further from the sweet siren song of her scent.

"Alpha, you must control yourself," Rowan grits out, his voice strained with the effort of containing my rage. But control is a distant memory, shattered the moment I caught her scent. The moment I knew she was mine.

"She needs me," I growl, the words tearing from my throat like shards of glass. Every fiber of my being screams to go to her, to claim what is mine by right. To sink my teeth into the soft curve of her neck and mark her as my own. To fuck her, to breed her, to claim her so no one else can. So my scent is all over her. So she's mine.

All mine.

But they don't understand. They can't feel the primal pull, the all-consuming need that sets my blood on fire. She's my mate, the other half of my soul. And they dare to keep me from her?

I lunge forward, a savage roar building in my chest. But more hands grasp at me, holding me back. I can hear their voices, a distant buzz drowned out by the pounding of my own heart.

"Alpha, please. You're not in your right mind."

means." Rowan grunts. "Fuck, you might have to hold me back, too. I can

dammit. Beta! We can't deal with the both of you at once. Wake

snarls. "I know! Damn it. My wolf thinks she's my fucking mate. This fucking omega heat is bullshit.

Clayton! Wake the fuck up! Hey, you—hit me. Hit me once

I want to fuck

grunted, "Shit, it's not working. I'm going to need

All that matters is her. My

me. The

door!" I hear someone yell, and then the

a prayer and a

myself being dragged back, further and further from her intoxicating presence. The scent of her heat fades, replaced by the

fury as I fight against the restraints holding me back. The hands grappling at my arms, my shoulders, are nothing more than infuriating obstacles keeping me from what is

beneath the surface, clawing to

through the red haze of need clouding my mind. "You have to fight this. She's

growl, I wrench myself free from his grasp, sending him staggering back. The guards clutch at me, their grips like iron shackles, but I shake them off with a strength born of

have to get

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