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?"

but laugh, though it comes out a bit strained.

frown deepens, and I sigh. There's no point in hiding it. "I think... I might be going into heat. And it's affecting you,

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

he asks, his voice husky.

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

gold as his head snaps up, a possessive snarl

the bond in my chest. Even without his memories, some part of him recognizes

his face, as if he's surprised by his

he says again. "I don't

beneath my touch. "It's okay. It's the bond,

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

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

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

above a whisper. "She threw me into

grip on my hips loosening slightly. His eyes search mine, and I can see the conflict

you want to leave?" he asks, his voice

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,

want me to," I say softly, even as my heart

movement sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I have to bite

don't want you to leave," he says, his voice rough with need. It's not a request or a suggestion. It's a statement of fact, delivered

spreads through my veins. It's like my body remembers his touch, even if his

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