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?"

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

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

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

do you usually do?" he asks, his voice husky.

slept with another alpha during

snaps up, a

a flicker of triumph dancing through the bond in my chest. Even without his memories, some

by his own vehemence. He takes a step

he says again. "I don't

watching him shiver beneath my touch. "It's okay. It's the bond, and my heat probably isn't

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

smelling

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

admit, my voice barely above a

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 instincts, against

to leave?"

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

I say softly, even as my heart aches at

The movement sends a jolt of

you to leave," he says, his voice rough with need. It's not a request or

my veins. It's like my body remembers his touch, even if his mind doesn't remember me. Every cell in

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