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?"

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

in hiding it. "I think... I might be going into heat. And it's affecting you, too." I don't remember Clayton being hot like this, though. Is it

rumbles in his chest, sending shivers down my spine that have nothing to do with

usually do?" he asks, his voice

I slept with another alpha during my last heat." I rush to add, "But that's not an option

eyes flash gold as his head snaps up, a possessive snarl escaping him.

everything, I can't help but smile at his reaction, a flicker of triumph dancing through the bond in my chest. Even

his own vehemence. He

"I don't know why I'm acting

beneath my touch. "It's okay.

through my body, and I have to fight to keep my knees from

smelling

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

above

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

want to leave?" he asks, his voice

to 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

if you want me to," I say softly, even as my heart aches at the

flex against my hips. The movement sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I have to bite my lip

to leave," he says, his voice rough with need. It's not a request or a suggestion. It's a statement of fact, delivered with all the authority of

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

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