Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 89 Ava: A Mild Overreaction

I glance away from Lucas, unable to hold his intense gaze. My heart sinks like a stone, the weight of the secrets I've kept pressing down on me.

It isn't even like I've been keeping them on purpose, but I feel like a she-wolf caught cheating on her mate.

And yet no matter how innocent it was at the time—no matter what state our mate connection was in—these are the types of secrets that can bury our relationship before it ever starts. Honesty is the best policy. Better to get it all out in the open, even if he rejects me again.

Even if he formally rejects me.

Last time, the rejection was implied; this time…

I shudder at the thought and take a deep, steadying breath, trying to psych myself up.

I have to talk about my stay with the Aspen pack. About Clayton. I'll have to explain about my heat, too.

As soon as I gather an ounce of courage, Lucas' phone rings again. I groan audibly, the sound ripping from my throat before I can stop it. "Are you serious?" It's the middle of the night! Who the hell calls someone in the middle of the night?!

Lucas' brows furrow in apology, clearly thinking I'm upset that he's taking calls during our conversation. "I'm sorry, it will only be a moment."

"No, no," I rush to assure him, waving a hand. "That's not it at all. I'm just..." I trail off, unsure of how to explain.

He leans forward to kiss my forehead. Apparently this is something he's going to do often.

I don't mind it, but it doesn't quite feel like we're at that point yet.

I really need to talk to him.

"I'm sorry, Ava. This is another alpha. I'll be right back."

"Go, go." I wave him off. It isn't like I don't understand the weight of such a call.

But then he utters words that make my blood run cold. "Hey, Clayton, is everything okay?"

I'm frozen.

of wolfless shifter, stuck on the hospital bed, staring at the back of my fated mate as he

My what?

My lover?

lover. We had sex, yes. Lots of

I might be

don't think I am. Because wouldn't they

to have to somehow discreetly inquire

not discreet. I need to tell Lucas, now,

Clayton

he know who

he wanting

Shit.

in my throat as anxiety grabs me by the neck, squeezing as hard as it can. Clayton. Of all the worst timing that

the door, closed behind Lucas. He's already in the hall, talking to the man who saw all of me, naked as the day

the virginity that should have been saved for

Oh, fuck.

with all the emotions and thoughts dashing through my head,

about for so

wait—maybe it isn't

not my Clayton.

some other

name Clayton doesn't even sound real anymore, after repeating it so many times in a row. Maybe he doesn't exist at all, and my time

Hah.

Wouldn't that be nice?

getting loopy. I'm starting to think ridiculous thoughts,

Breathe, Ava.

prepare for the

give you a

not in Blackwood

In through my nose, out through my mouth. Slow and

echoing through my entire body. The anxious thoughts continue. Clayton. Lucas. What they could be discussing. What Lucas will say or do when he finds out the

Magicians and Lycans. Selene.