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.

he says, shifting his weight as his eyes never leave me.

he finally recognizing

That would be great.

me. Lucas's scent, amber and campfire smoke, fills my senses, and I'm transported back to Cedarwood. Back to when he'd found me, after I'd run away

stuck around anyway. You were determined, and I was just afraid you'd leave

I remember those early days. "You'd break into my apartment while I was at work. Spread your scent around. It should have been creepy, but...

slightly, but he remains silent, listening

my voice barely above a whisper. "And awkward too. It's endearing, really. The

recall darker times. "You saved me from my family, Lucas.

everything he's been

I 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 you

gaze

but at least he isn't staring at me like I'm a complete stranger. He's

words tumbling out before I can stop them. "You were always there,

sound that reverberates through the quiet

* * *

"How'd it go?"

me as soon as I walk through the door, her eyes shining with optimism and the belief that fated mates

I melt into the couch, my body shivering at the memory of his eyes burning into me. "I don't know. Every so often, I think he's getting a hint of the bond. Then he says something so

a pitiful handful of chips. I raise an eyebrow

admits, shrugging. "Wasn't sure when you'd come home, so I helped

word hits me like a punch to the gut. Is this really home now? It feels temporary, but our home isn't ours any longer. What does it look like now?

of my lunch, my

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