Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 31

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It’s a man–no, a shifter–with a mane of auburn hair pulled back in a practical ponytail. His sharp features are softened by warm amber eyes that crinkle at the corners as he offers Clayton a respectful nod.

“The rogues have been taken care of,” he says, his tone clipped and professional. “The authorities have been alerted, and our people are cleaning up the scene.”

Clayton returns the nod, his expression grim. “Good work, Rowan. This is Ava–she was the target.”

I study the newcomer with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. His nostrils flare as he takes in my scent, and his eyes widen almost imperceptibly. Before I can react, he takes an impulsive step forward, his gaze locked on me with an intensity that makes my breath catch in my throat.

Alarm bells blare in my mind, every instinct screaming at me to flee. But then Clayton moves swiftly, placing himself between Rowan and me in one fluid motion. He extends an arm, effectively halting Rowan’s

advance with a subtle shake of his head.

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Rowan freezes, his eyes fluttering shut as he draws in a deep, steadying breath. When he opens them again, a flicker of shame crosses his features, and he dips his head in a silent apology.

“My apologies, Ava,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “It isn’t often we run into a true omega entering heat.”

My brow furrows in confusion as I glance between the two shifters. “A true omega?” I echo uncertainly. “I’ve seen many omegas enter heat. It doesn’t seem rare.”

Clayton shifts his stance, angling himself towards me as he studies me with a contemplative frown. “There are omegas by birth and omegas by rank,” he explains, his deep voice measured and even. “Omegas by birth are rare, and their heat can affect any male in their radius. They’re the only ones whose heat can influence the rationality of betas and higher ranks.”

My eyes widen as understanding dawns. So that’s why Rowan reacted the way he did–because I’m supposedly this “true omega” they speak of. A shiver runs down my spine as the implications sink in. If my heat can affect even the most disciplined of shifters, then I’m in far more danger than I’d initially thought.

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Clayton’s piercing gaze holds mine, his expression unreadable. “Is your mother an omega, Ava?”

I tense at the question, my jaw clenching instinctively. Memories of my family surge to the surface, bitter and unwanted. I can’t bring myself to answer, to reveal any part of that life I’ve fought so hard to leave behind.

An uncomfortable silence stretches between us, thick

with unspoken questions and lingering tension. Finally, Clayton gives a slight nod, as if accepting my reticence

for now.

“Very well,” he says, his tone neutral. “We’ll get you settled, and you can tell us what you’re comfortable with when you’re ready.” He turns to Rowan, his expression hardening ever so slightly. “Keep your distance for now. I’ll have one of the healers take a

look at her.”

Rowan bobs his head in a terse nod, his amber eyes flickering towards me with a mixture of remorse and something else–something I can’t quite place. “Of course, Alpha,” he murmurs, taking a measured step back.

My heart pounds in my ears as the weight of the

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situation presses down on me. I’m in the company of not just one, but two powerful shifters–an alpha and his beta, no less. And if what they’re saying is true, if I really am this “true omega” they speak of, then I’m in a far more precarious position than I’d ever imagined.

Selene, where the fuck are you?