Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 102

Chapter 102 Lucas: Jealousy

LUCAS

She's going to talk to Clayton tonight.

She won't let me call her, but she'll talk to him.

Fuck. I'm going crazy.

My wolf gives me the silent treatment, a palpable wall of disapproval and resentment radiating from him. I know he blames me for this mess.

"I'm trying," I mutter, pacing the length of my office. "I'm doing everything I can to fix this."

There would be nothing to fix if you hadn't rejected our mate in the first place, he snaps, his voice dripping with accusation.

Rubbing my hands over my face, I struggle not to groan in frustration. He's right and I fucking hate it. If I hadn't been so goddamn stupid, Ava would have been with me long ago. Safe. Marked. Mine.

But I can't change the past. I can only try to salvage the future.

Go to her, my wolf demands. Claim her before he does.

I shake my head. "She needs space. I have to respect that."

Space is the last thing she needs. She needs her mate. She needs us.

overwhelming. But I can't. I won't be that kind of alpha. That kind of

head. Get out of this suffocating office

my clothes and shift, letting my wolf take over. He surges forward, all coiled

run, the scents of summer filling my lungs. Out here, with nothing but the wind and the trees,

her that I'm the one she belongs with, the only one who can give her

do it the right way. Earn back her

wolf growls, impatient and unsatisfied, but I push on. One step at a time.

forest floor drowns out the chaos in my head. With each stride, the turmoil fades, replaced by the simple joy of the run. My wolf revels in the freedom, the wildness of

rumbles, content for the first time in

and the tangled web of my love life seem far

primal pleasure of the hunt, even if we're chasing nothing but our own shadows. The worries

scent on the breeze.

dog, my wolf snorts, his nose twitching as

that tugs at my memory. I can't quite place it, but it draws

change course, following the trail deeper into the woods. The scent

we see it. A husky, its fur matted and dull, ribs showing through its skinny frame. It looks up at

I'm not just a wolf.

Selene.

name whispers through my mind, a half-remembered fragment from days of watching Ava

I get the feeling

behind

a depth that no ordinary dog should possess. As if she knows exactly

dogs, and the next he's groveling on his belly like a pup begging for attention. I can only watch in stunned disbelief as he army-crawls his way over to Selene, his tail wagging so

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