Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 37 Ava: Overcome (IV)

I was an animal. And so was he.

I can feel Selene in the back of my mind, and I know that she's asleep. I don't bother her; I have a more pressing concern.

There's no call light within reach, and I wiggle and struggle against my restraints. I desperately, desperately need to pee.

I can hear a little electronic click, then a disinterested, staticky voice fills the room. "Do you need anything?"

I clear my throat, licking my dry lips. "I need to go to the bathroom." My voice is hoarse, my throat sore. I wonder if I've been screaming. I have a feeling I have been.

"Your nurse will be in in just a moment," Static Voice says, and clicks off again.

I realize then that they're probably watching me on camera, and my skin prickles in unease. Somehow, this feels worse than dealing with a horny kidnapper rubbing himself on me.

I try not to think about it. It's something I'm used to doing; it's how I've made it through life this far.

But I really, really need to pee, damn it.

A nurse I don't recognize comes in, and it takes a solid thirty seconds for her to lock the door behind her. It's embarrassing to see how many security measures are in place to keep me unmated.

"How are you feeling? You seem to be pretty rational," she says, chipper as the morning sun.

a man I barely know in front of who knows how many strangers,

to the bathroom, or I'm

to have to put you back in them. We don't want a repeat of last night." She

with a sigh, perking up when she comes to my side and starts unbuckling my wrist first. Now that I know I'm about to have freedom, my urgency has become an emergency.

push aside the

Ugh.

wish I

only there was a pill to cancel heat and cause twenty-four hours of memory

isn't, so I flush the toilet and wash my hands. Drying them with a thin hospital town, I stare at my reflection. Tangled

from the

bathroom. The sight of the restraints hanging off my bed makes my stomach roil with nausea, so I

female doctor, going through

on her face. "Good morning, Ava. I'm Dr. Summers. How are you feeling

Knowing she probably heard about last night makes me feel awkward, so I

a very intense

hands in her lap. "Honestly, though… We don't have a lot of documented information on true omegas and their heat

my stomach churning with unease. "So,

we would have more time before the peak hit." She looks at me directly, her eyes apologetic. "I'm sorry, Ava. We

shrug a shoulder, trying to be nonchalant. "It's okay. I mean, it's not,

Ava. I promise." Dr. Summers leans forward, her voice gentle but firm. "But I need you