Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 92

Chapter 92 Ava: Clearing the Air (II)

My stomach churns, and I get through the rest of the words as quickly as I can. "My heat was uncontrollable, and I had sex with the alpha there. He took care of me and Phoenix kidnapped me when I was shopping with his sister. No, we aren't mated, but we aren't strangers, either."

There.

It's out.

I peek at Lucas to see his reaction, but he's just sitting there, his eyes unfocused.

It's obvious that he's taking some time to process everything.

My eyes drop to our linked hands, and I wonder if I should pull away before he does.

"Huh," he says, and squeezes my fingers.

Of all the responses I'd been expecting, that one isn't on my list.

"Lucas?"

He smiles at me, a lopsided little one. "I'm going to need a little time to process all this. I don't understand how you can go into heat without a wolf, for one. But I'm not angry, Ava."

I narrow my eyes in suspicion. "That doesn't seem right."

He sighs. "I'm… disappointed. In the situation, in how I put you there. In the way things could have gone but didn't, because of me. I'm angry at myself, and I have to think about things a bit. But I'm not upset with you, Ava.

you thinking that this changes anything on my

a soft kiss against my knuckles that has my belly fluttering. "I know that you haven't chosen us yet. I know that there's a lot more that you haven't told me. I know that I

let it happen again. Do you

roughness to his voice, his

I nod.

feeling some of the stress ease from

angry

have to punch Clayton

"I wasn't—he didn't—"

"It's a joke, Ava."

really sound like he's joking,

and kisses my fingers again. "Ava. I fucked

I nod.

to give me

I nod, again.

you begging to be mine. I want

words send a quiver of longing straight through my body, and

snarling about how some other guy touched my mate. I'm the one who lost the right to call you that. I'm the one who pushed you into a situation where you were alone, vulnerable, and in heat. I'm the one who

nod as a tear escapes, feeling a little like a puppet on a string. I don't know how else to respond

hurt you. I hurt you a lot. You need to have your chance to be angry with me. Don't feel obligated toward me, toward us, just because I took you out of that place. I want more than

another kiss against my fingers,

but his actions are

"Lucas—"

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