Tangled

Chapter 293

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"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. 1 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!

a chill runs through

fever," he says

bit strained. "Pot, meet

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

growl rumbles in his chest, sending shivers

you usually do?" he asks, his voice

of Clayton flashing through my mind. "I, uh... I slept with another alpha during my last heat. I rush to add,

Despite everything, I can't help but smile at his reaction, a flicker of triumph dancing through the bond in

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as if he's surprised by his own vehemence. He takes at

again. "I don't know why I'm acting like

arm gently, watching him shiver beneath my touch. "It's okay. It's the bond, and my heat probably

body, and I have to fight to keep my

if you keep smelling like this,"

point

dragged me here, I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "She threw me into the lion's den. Lucas stills at my words, his grip on

want to leave?"

n every

touch, is unbearable. But I

you want me to," I say softly,

against my hips. The movement sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I have to bite

he says, his voice rough with need. It's not a request or a suggestion. It's

veins. It's like my body remembers his touch,

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