Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 138

Chapter 138 Ava: A Shocking Finale (II)

"Such a naughty kitten," the vampire mutters, scowling in a way that erases the beauty of his face.

The vampire's grip tightens, crushing my throat as I thrash against him. My lungs scream for air. I claw at his hands, nails scraping uselessly against unyielding flesh. Panic floods my mind, blotting out rational thought.

Your training, Ava! Remember your training! Selene's voice slices through my rising hysteria.

Right. Training. Jericho's lessons flash through my oxygen-starved brain. I stop flailing and focus, letting my body go limp, conserving strength. The vampire smirks, misreading it as submission. His cold breath washes over my face as he leans in, nostrils flaring.

He's...sniffing me?

Revulsion churns my stomach as his nose skims along my jaw, down to the crook of my neck. He lingers there, inhaling deeply, a pleased rumble vibrating his chest.

The scar, Ava! Don't let him near it! Selene's warning ricochets through my head. He can't bite you there!

Fragmented memories resurface—Selene cautioning me about my scar during my heat, insisting I keep Clayton away from it. I hadn't understood then. I'm not sure I do now. But her urgency propels me into action.

back slightly but not releasing me. The pressure on my windpipe eases a fraction and

a drug to creatures who can sense it. It isn't quite

to dislodge the vampire's chokehold.

protect it, Ava! Don't let him break the

my hammering pulse. Lightheadedness

he murmurs against my skin, tongue flicking out to taste. Bile rises in my throat. "What is that delectable

up, escaping in a strangled laugh.

a mixture of irritation and amusement. "So the kitten has claws." Cool fingers ghost across my collarbone, tracing the neck of my shirt. "Shall we see

my nose, but there's an underlying sweetness that makes my stomach heave. It's cloying, like rotting fruit, and I gag on the scent, fighting the urge to vomit as I'm dropped to the

and fury. His hand flies to his neck, wrenching out the object lodged there. It's a knife,

as he shoves me

your friend and run," Teddy grits out, not taking his eyes off

already moving, launching himself at the

Lisa's side. She's still unconscious, her breathing shallow. I shake her shoulders, calling her name, but she doesn't respond. Panic claws at my chest.

twisted at an unnatural angle. His

from his chin. "Did you really think

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