Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 293

Chapter 293 Ava: Re-Establishing...

"Lucas!" I call out sharply, shoving against his chest. My heart races, desire coursing through my veins as fear dissipates. He isn't violent. He's just affected by my heat.

And as much as I'd love to have it take over us both, I can't let that happen. I know how it feels to regret decisions made in the moment. I don't want Lucas to feel that way about us.

He blinks, shaking his head as if clearing fog from his mind. Stepping back, he murmurs, "I'm sorry. I'm not sure what came over me."

"It's okay," I say softly. "I think our bond is trying to reassert itself, now that I'm here." It's what makes the most sense in this scenario, anyway.

My bond yearns toward him in my chest, and it's physically painful to not step forward and nuzzle into his chest.

Lucas nods slowly, his brow furrowed. "That makes sense. The way I'm drawn to you is overwhelming." Even as he says that, he lifts his hand to brush his fingers against my cheek. I can't help but lean into his touch, craving the connection we once had. His skin feels like fire against mine.

I want so much more than this.

"Why are you so hot?" he asks, concern lacing his voice.

I blink, confused. "Me? You're the one burning up."

Lucas shakes his head. "No, your cheeks are flushed. You feel warm."

As if on cue, a chill runs through my body, making me shiver. Lucas' eyes narrow.

"You have a fever," he says sharply. "Why?"

laugh, though it comes out a bit strained. "Pot, meet kettle. You're not

into heat.

his nose skimming along my neck. A soft growl rumbles in his

you usually do?" he asks, his

swallow hard, memories of Clayton flashing through my mind. "I, uh... I slept with another alpha during my last heat." I rush to add, "But that's not an

head snaps up, a possessive snarl escaping

help but smile at his reaction, a flicker of triumph dancing through the bond in my

across his face, as if he's surprised by his own vehemence. He takes a step back, running

he says again. "I don't know why I'm acting like

shiver beneath my touch. "It's okay. It's the

around my hips. His touch sends electricity through my body, and I have to fight

keep smelling like this," he growls, his

the heat rising in my cheeks. I'm acutely aware of every point where his body touches mine,

I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "She threw me

on my hips loosening slightly. His eyes search mine, and I can see the conflict raging within him. He's

to leave?" he asks, his voice

lie to him. The thought of walking away from him now, when every fiber of my being is screaming for his touch, is unbearable. But I know I have to give him a choice. He doesn't remember me,

me to," I say softly, even as

and his fingers flex against my hips. The movement sends a jolt of

voice rough with need. It's not a request or a suggestion. It's a statement

fire spreads through my veins. It's like my body remembers his touch, even if his mind doesn't remember me. Every cell in my body is singing, calling out for

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