Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 46 Ava: Living Arrangements?!

| eye Ivy warily as she smiles at me, that warm expression not quite reaching her sharp gaze. "Clayton sent me

to ensure you settle into your new lodgings comfortably. He personally chose the apartment himself and hopes it

will suit you."

| fight the frown that wants to curl my lips down. "That's very kind of him, but | don't need a place to stay. I'd

prefer to just return home, if it's all the same."

Ivy's smile doesn't falter, but there's a calculating glint in her eyes now. "And where is hfor you, Ava? No

one has managed to get even that basic information out of you yet."

| hesitate, my heart giving a hard thump against my ribs. Telling this woman anything about my past or my

origins feels unwise, and thinking that way makesfeel guilty. After all, everyone in this pack has treated me

so kindly, even during my most embarrassing moments.

Pressing my lips together, | refuse as politely as I can. "I just want to return home. | appreciate the offer, but you

all have done too much foras it is."

Ivy watchesclosely. "I see," she murmurs. "Well, I'll let Clayton know that you refused." She sounds a little

too satisfied.

| watch Ivy closely as she takes my hands in hers, searching her face for any hint of deception. There's

something almost too sincere in the way she looks at me. The gentle curve of her lips doesn't match the

hardness of her eyes.

"Take care of yourself, Ava," she says softly, giving my hands a gentle squeeze before releasing them.

"Thank you." I'm not really sure how else to respond. She acts so concerned, and yet she's metfor all of two

minutes.

Ivy turns and crosses the room, plucking a pen from the small table beside the door. She scribbles something on

the pad of paper there before tearing off the sheet and placing it in my hands.

"That's my number. In case you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me."

With that, she's gone, the door clicking shut quietly behind her.

| let out a slow breath, glancing at the paper with her looping handwriting scrawled across it.

Selene's growl echoes in my mind. She sounds too cunning by far, pup. Watch yourself around that one.

| frown, picking up the paper and staring at the number as if it might reveal Ivy's true intentions. You think she's

up to something?

| don't dare speak out loud; I'm sure Ivy would hear me.

| think she's scared you will take over the control she has in the pack. As the alpha's sister, she must be pretty

high-ranking.

That would make sense.

I shiver. | have no interest in being part of any pack's internal politics. She's probably just misunderstanding

Clayton's kindness.

Selene makes a soft sound of dissent in my head. Do not mistake a man's intentions with random kindness, Ava.

It will only cause harm for both of you.

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I'm surprised when Clayton strides into the room, his presence instantly commanding my attention. His

expression is unreadable as he approaches my bedside, but then he leans down and brushes a soft kiss against

my cheek.

"Ava," he murmurs in greeting, the deep rumble of his voice sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.

The easy affection hasoff balance. Since I'm not in heat anymore, I'd assumed he would treatlike he did

when we first met. "Alpha Clayton," | reply, proud of how steady my voice sounds despite my inner panic.

Clayton takes a seat in the chair beside my bed, his piercing gaze fixed onwith an intensity that makes me

want to squirm. "I hear you refused the apartment | chose for you."

My cheeks flush at his blunt statement. "I told your sister | didn't need it."

His face is still inscrutable. "And why is that?"

There's an edge to his tone that | can't quite read. Protectiveness? Irritation? | grip the thin hospital blanket

tightly in my fists, steeling myself.

"| have a life to get back to," | say simply, holding his stare. "A job, an apartment. | appreciate your generosity,

but | don't need charity."

His eyes narrow slightly at my words. "It wasn't charity, Ava. It was an offer to take care of you, to provide for

you as is my duty and privilege as your..." He hesitates, then rephrases. "After what transpired between us."

| feel heat bloom in my cheeks at the reference to the passion of the past week. | shake my head. "I told you, |

don't want or need anything more from your pack. You've done enough. | should be apologizing for being so

much trouble."

Clayton leans forward, resting his arms on his knees. "Tellabout this life you're so eager to return to," he

says at last. "What's so important that you'd turn down the protection and care of my pack?"

| bristle at his prodding, my defenses rising. "Why does it matter?" | challenge. "It's my life. | don't need to justify

myself to you."

His jaw tightens infinitesimally, a muscle ticking there. "As the alpha who claimed you, even temporarily, it's my

responsibility to ensure your safety and wellbeing. And as a true omega, | don't feel comfortable not being able

to keep an eye on you until things settle down. Your identity will draw trouble."

| open my mouth to protest that he doesn't oweanything, that what happened was a mistake, but Selene's

voice stops me.

Don't be a fool, Ava. He's the alpha. You don't want to provoke his wolf by refusing his care so blatantly. You've

already violated pack law by not announcing your presence when you moved here.

| press my lips together, considering. As much as it grates, Selene is right—Clayton is the alpha, and openly

defying him could be dangerous. He was polite and kind at our first meeting, but things have changed.

I'm not sure what he wants from me. I'd expected him to letgo; | hadn't expected him to try to keep me

here, in an apartment of his choosing.

"I'm just trying to live my own life," | say at last, aiming for a more diplomatic tone. "Away from the politics and

expectations of other packs. | don't want to get tangled up in anything else right now."

Clayton's expression softens ever so slightly at my words. "I understand your need for independence," he says

quietly. "But you must know that no shifter can survive outside of a pack. You saw the rogues who kidnapped

you; they were feral."

| drop my gaze, heat flooding my cheeks again. He's right, of course. Wolves need their packs.

It's just that I'm not a normal wolf.

| can't tell him that, though. | don't need him trying to savefrom whatever dangers being even more

abnormal might bring.

| just want to go hand drink coffee with Mrs. Elkins and spend my days at the Grind, living quietly.

Why is it so hard?

"You'll be able to move in tomorrow," Clayton says, and | jerk my head up in surprise.

"I haven't agreed—"

"Ava." Clayton reaches out to grab my hand, squeezing it gently. He looks conflicted. "I am not one to keep a

woman in my pack against her will, but with your identity, | can't let you go. You won't tell anyone what pack

you're from..."

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"It's fine, Ava. I'm not going to pester you for the information. But as an alpha, | can't just overlook the situation.

You are in Aspen territory. I'm sorry, but you don't have a choice in this matter. Not until we get things figured

out."

Ask him if the apartment allows dogs, Selene says.

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