Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 289

Chapter 289 Ava: Who He Is

The way Lucas watches me is terrifying.

Terrifying, because there's finally interest in his gaze.

I don't want to hold hope, because every time I have even the glimmer of it, he says something that crushes my heart. The way he doesn't even recognize our fated bond kills me. It's yearning, aching in my chest, wanting me to go to him. To claim him. To shake and scream until he remembers all the pain and all the joy between us.

Instead, I sit there, scratching more vigorously at my arms, and the string inside of me tugs harder, as if trying to get my attention. I ignore it.

"Your scent."

Glancing at Lucas, who stops talking mid-sentence, I sniff discreetly in the direction of my armpits. Did I forget to scrub? He keeps talking about my smell.

"Do I stink that bad?"

"It's getting stronger," he confirms, his voice husky.

Maybe this is his way of getting me to leave again. "Do you want me to go?"

"No."

Oh. Never mind, then.

My heart dances at that denial, though, raising hope high on a flag pole and waving it at the walls I've tried desperately to construct around my heart.

you think of me," he says, shifting his weight as his eyes never leave me. They're golden and intense, different from the way

he finally recognizing

That would be great.

smoke, fills my senses, and I'm transported back to

Gala. I wanted nothing to do with you, but you stuck around anyway. You were determined, and I was just afraid you'd leave me

those early days. "You'd break into my apartment while I was at work. Spread your scent around. It should

but

I continue, my voice barely above a whisper. "And awkward too. It's endearing, really. The way you bend over backwards to keep

me from

done for me, everything he's been through because of me, settles heavy on my

admit, my voice cracking slightly. "I can't even begin to understand how you can be so strong, so secure in your love, especially after... after all the times I pushed

gaze never

at least he isn't staring at me like I'm a complete stranger. He's starting to see me, even if he doesn't see his fated

them. "You were always there, waiting for me to turn to you. And now... now the tables

grunts, a low sound that reverberates

* * *

"How'd it go?"

door, her eyes shining with optimism and the belief that fated mates

don't know. Every so often, I think he's getting a hint of the

a tuna sandwich and a pitiful handful of chips. I raise an eyebrow at her, and she flashes me a

sure when

now? It feels temporary, but our home isn't ours any longer. What

lunch, my appetite suddenly gone. "It's

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