Tangled

Chapter 25

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Chapter 26: Lucas: Watching

LUCAS

Her scent dances around me. Every breath I take fills my lungs with the sweet, honey and vanilla notes that have haunted my dreams since that fateful night at the Lunar Gala. Ava. Just the thought of her name sends a shiver down my spine.

For weeks, I’ve been watching her from the shadows, unable to resist the pull of her presence. The need to be near her has consumed me, driving me to break into her apartment just to bask in the lingering traces of her essence. I’m a desperate man, lost in the throes of an obsession I can’t explain nor control.

As I stand before her now, my wolf howls with

unbridled joy inside my head, reveling in her proximity. Part of me had hoped that the fact she didn’t run when she realized I’d found her meant something more. An acknowledgement of the connection that binds us

together.

But as her gaze meets mine, devoid of any emotion, I

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feel the weight of disappointment settle heavily in my chest. She regards me with the same polite

indifference she would show any other customer, and the realization stings like a slap to the face.

Leaning over the counter, I can’t help but ask, “How have you been? Are you okay?” The words tumble out, laced with concern and a hint of desperation that I can’t quite mask.

For a fleeting moment, I see her falter, a crack in her impassive facade. But it’s gone as quickly as it appeared, and she meets my gaze with a cool

detachment that cuts deeper than any blade.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I need you to order or step aside for

the other customers.”

our shared moment in the garden never happened, as if the connection that ignited between us was nothing more than a fleeting

us together. But the words stick in my throat as I remember the look on her face

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and ran. All I can do is nod mutely and order something

of our connection floods through me. My wolf yips and whines. My mate,

mate isn’t in our

gaze. The gentle sway of her hips as she leans over to grab a mug, the way her delicate fingers curl around it–it’s all I can do to tear my eyes away, even for a moment.

my gut as her coworker approaches her, an easy grin plastered across his face. My wolf snarls within me, hackles raised as he watches the exchange, bristling at the familiarity between them. That asshole

for me

away from her is overwhelming, my fists clenching at my sides as

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breaking beneath my knuckles. It would be so easy, so

satisfying to put him in his place and remind him

impulses raging within me. I can’t afford to do anything that might jeopardize what little chance I

Ava’s attention. Every fiber of my being screams at me to intervene, to stake my claim and remind her of

turn towards me, not even for a fleeting second. It’s as if I’m invisible to her, a ghost haunting the

at the woman I want more than anything, an older woman approaches

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a way

of a lifetime spent laughing. “Good morning,” she greets me cheerfully.

smile

dickhead behind the counter. There’s a knowing look in her eyes as she regards me, one that makes me shift uncomfortably in

my seat.

Ava, don’t you?” she asks, her tone casual but laced

me wants to deny any knowledge of her, knowing she’s

honest.

done something terrible to her, and I’m not sure how

rise, but she doesn’t press me for

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me and settles

recognizing that you’ve made a mistake,” she says sagely. “That’s more than a lot

laugh, shaking my head ruefully. “Trust me, it was more than just a mistake. I…” I trail off, swallowing hard as the memories of that night

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