Tangled

85 Ava: Lucas Visits

Lucas strides into the room from behind the wearied

nurse. His presence is much as I remember–like a lion surveying his territory, confident in his domination over everything in his sight.

This is the Alpha.

Even after everything that’s happened, the sight of him still sends a ripple of attraction and unease through me, a reminder of our complicated history.

But this time, there’s a huge part of me that wants to dash over and lift my head, baring my neck to him. To roll and rub against him with whimpers of submission.

I shove that part deep into a dark hole inside of me and close the fucking door.

Lucas moves with such fluid grace, despite his

towering height–he’s at least six–three, rivaling Alpha Renard’s imposing ability to loom.

His hair is tousled, falling into a loose mess around his face and shoulders, and judging by the dark circles beneath his amber eyes, he’s been up all night.

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And speaking of his eyes…

I try to avoid them, but it’s like there’s a force that pulls me into his gaze. It’s different from any time before. At the Gala, they’d burned with desire and curiosity. In Cedarwood, there was always an aching longing in their depths. Today?

They’re intense, smoldering with rage that wars with relief. His jaw is clenched, his face set in a way that I’d have expected him to be a grim reaper instead of a visitor. But his brow settles out of its deep furrow and relaxes a little when he sees me, and the wrinkles

around his eyes relax.

As he approaches my bedside, I can’t help but lean toward him, into the scent of campfire smoke and something smooth and sensual beneath. A dizzying fragrance that has my heart yearning toward him. It should be comforting, but it sets me on edge as I try to pull myself back, waking myself from the brief

intoxication with the man that the fates have deigned

to mate me to.

him anymore. I

you’re wiped from the

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book.

I say, because he’s too busy staring

His gaze lingers on the

I know he’s fighting his urge to reach

It’s… cute.

don’t hurt too much. Thank you for changing

on the tiny stool. “Ellison’s a good .doctor, but a shit person.”

I’d have never guessed in a million years that he’s actually good at what he’s supposed

been warned. He won’t bother

to respond. Even if he’s taken care of, there

think they can all

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The blanket is soft between my fingers, easy to twist. I can’t meet Lucas‘ gaze as I struggle to convey my grateful feelings. “I

hands dwarfing both of mine, quelling the anxious tugging of fabric. “I’ll always come for you, Ava. No matter how

fingers still, quiet beneath the warmth of his hands.

a comfort I can get only from his proximity. One of the reasons I wasn’t angry when I learned he was breaking into his apartment is because of this. His -scent brings a sense

memories.

intense stare burns into the side of my face, and I shift uncomfortably

few moments of silence, I pull one of my hands away from his and bring it up to touch my hair, which must look terrible after everything

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looking at me like that. I

the rich sound sending a shiver down my spine. “You’re

of mockery. But his amber eyes are warm with sincerity,

crinkled at

real smile is always

his dark hair falls in tousled waves around those high cheekbones.

not ready to deal with those thoughts right