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89 Ava: A Mild Overreaction

I glance away from Lucas, unable to hold his intense gaze. My heart sinks like a stone, the weight of the secrets I’ve kept pressing down on me.”

It isn’t even like I’ve been keeping them on purpose, but I feel like a she–wolf caught cheating on her mate.

And yet no matter how innocent it was at the time–no matter what state our mate connection was in–these are the types of secrets that can bury our relationship before it ever starts. Honesty is the best policy. Better to get it all out in the open, even if he rejects me again.

Even if he formally rejects me.

Last time, the rejection was implied; this time…

I shudder at the thought and take a deep, steadying breath, trying to psych myself up.

I have to talk about my stay with the Aspen pack. About Clayton. I’ll have to explain about my heat, too.

As soon as I gather an ounce of courage, Lucas‘ phone rings again. I gróan audibly, the sound ripping from my throat before I can stop it. “Are you serious?” It’s the

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89 Ava: A Mild Overreaction

middle of the night! Who the hell calls someone in the middle of the night?!

Lucas‘ brows furrow in apology, clearly thinking I’m upset that he’s taking calls during our conversation. “I’m sorry, it will only be a moment.”

“No, no,” I rush to assure him, waving a hand. “That’s not it at all. I’m just…” I trail off, unsure of how to explain.

He leans forward to kiss my forehead. Apparently this is something he’s going to do often.

I don’t mind it, but it doesn’t quite feel like we’re at that point yet.

I really need to talk to him.

“I’m sorry, Ava. This is another alpha. I’ll be right back.”

“Go, go.” I wave him off. It isn’t like I don’t understand the weight of such a call.

But then he utters words that make my blood run cold. “Hey, Clayton, is everything okay?”

I’m frozen.

a frozen glacier of wolfless shifter, stuck

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my fated mate as he walks out the door, talking on the

My what?

My lover?

my lover. We had sex, yes.

I might be pregnant.

Because wouldn’t they have

have to

about this.

tell Lucas, now, because he’s going to find out

Clayton calling him?

know who

wanting me

Shit.

neck, squeezing as hard as it can. Clayton. Of all the worst

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Lucas. He’s already in the hall, talking to the man who saw

virginity that should have been

Oh, fuck.

dashing through my head,

could they be talking about for so long? Why isn’t Lucas back in here,

wait–maybe it isn’t my

not my Clayton.

some other Clayton.

name Clayton doesn’t even sound real anymore, after repeating it so many times in a row. Maybe

just a figment

Hah.

be nice?

I’m starting

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because of

Breathe, Ava.

and prepare for

a chance to explain.

not in Blackwood

knees to my chest, I hug them tightly and practice deep breathing, filling my lungs as best as I can. In through my nose, out through my mouth. Slow and steady. I close my eyes, trying

through my entire body. The anxious thoughts continue. Clayton. Lucas. What they could be discussing. What Lucas will say or do when he finds out the truth. Magicians and

In.

grown woman. I can handle a situation like this. Life. isn’t always going to be roses. It never was before, and it’s not

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