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?"

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

no point in hiding it. "I think... I might be going into heat. And it's affecting you, too." I don't remember Clayton being hot

neck. A soft growl rumbles in his chest, sending shivers down my spine that have

he asks, his voice

"I, uh... I slept with another alpha during my

gold as his head snaps up,

through the bond in my chest. Even without his

by his own vehemence. He takes a step back, running a hand

"I don't know why

out, touching his arm gently, watching him shiver beneath my touch.

his hands clamping around my hips. His touch sends electricity through my body, and I have to fight to keep my knees from buckling. He stares down at me, his

going to have to leave if you keep smelling like this," he growls, his

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

above a whisper. "She threw me

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

to leave?" he asks, his

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, doesn't remember us. It wouldn't be fair to

say softly, even as my heart aches at the

hips. The movement sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and

rough with need. It's not a request or a suggestion. It's a statement of fact,

eyes as a familiar fire spreads through my veins. It's like my body remembers his touch, even if his mind doesn't remember

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