Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 127 Lucas: The Dark Side of Alpha

LUCAS

I'm going to hell.

I'm going straight to hell on a VIP plane.

Pressing a soft kiss against my phone screen after Ava hangs up isn't why.

Having a raging boner from the sound of her little laugh? That's not why, either… exactly.

But what deranged psychopath gets hard from listening to their mate while slicing body parts off a corpse?

Granted, he's still groaning a little, so he isn't a corpse yet. But he's close.

"Did you fix the chainsaw?"

"Got it working again." Vester holds it up, its teeth gleaming wetly in the dim light. The damn sound of it starting up again had almost ruined my conversation with my mate.

I nod, tearing my gaze away from the screen, Ava's sweet laughter still echoing in my ears. "Let's get this done, then."

The knife clatters onto the tray as I set it aside. I barely remember picking it up, so distracted by the sound of my mate's voice. Her presence lingers, a phantom touch against my cheek. But reality crashes back in as I survey the mess on the floor.

I kick at his head, to the side in a glistening pool of blood. His eyes stare blankly, mouth slack. He stopped screaming a while ago, his healing abilities no match for Vester's ruthless blade, but even so, the occasional groan comes out. He should have been dead already, but his body hasn't realized it yet, still trying to fight the pain.

Fucking Blackwood spy. Thought he could infiltrate my borders, gather intel for that snake Renard. Not on my watch.

We aren't usually into dismembering, but it has its place.

"What's the plan for all these bits and pieces?" Vester asks, wiping his hands on a rag that's more red than white.

little spy all around the perimeter of

"Sending

roll my shoulders, trying to dispel the tension. It's been a long night. Weeks, really. Ever since Ava escaped her family's clutches, it's been a constant game

sweet laughter... it's a balm and a curse, soothing my ragged edges while stoking the fire

needs

I can finally feel the fruits of that sacrifice. She's no longer so distant. If all it takes is letting her go to to the occasional stupid party, it's an acceptable

her call, even

me out of my brooding thoughts. "I'll get

the ugly shit. "Sounds good." Hopefully Ava never hears of these sordid details, the shadowy side of the Alpha

to me—and it is—she's going to live in peace.

in places

aren't you? You should go, before you start writing love poems in

"Fuck off. You make me sound like a serial killer or something." But there's no heat in it. He's not wrong. Ava twists me up

to be a better man.

never considered myself lacking before. Now, knowing what pain I've brought into her life?

free of this nightmare a long time ago. Would have

least we're finally getting to be on

foot, I curse the erection that has yet to go down. You'd think the overpowering smell of

smell right now is the smell of Ava's unique scent. All I can see is her gorgeous face and the way she pulls her bottom lip

Damn. Fuck. I'm insane.

can I be thinking like

I've got it bad.

laugh of hers, to realize her walls had come down, and my body had surged straight toward memories of that hospital room and how sweetly her

Fuck.

I have a problem.

tendencies, he doesn't care about anything except Ava and Selene. He's been somewhat soothed since we'd made love

Damn it.