Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 6

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LUCAS 

I stare down at my phone, reading Kellan’s texts with a furrowed brow, tapping my foot against the seat in front of me. I have yet to enter the ballroom, because I don’t like dealing with this kind of shit. The annual fated mate hunt, where barely legal women throw themselves at you in hopes of finding that mystical

connection. Fuck that.

[KELLAN: The Blackwood wolves are here, just as we suspected. There are definitely two daughters. The rumors might be true. I’m going in.]

[KELLAN: Keep an eye on the younger daughter. Something’s off about her relationship with her family. Grey just about threw her away when I came up, and he’s trying to get the older one in my pants.]

I’m surprised. It would make more sense if they had aimed for me, as the alpha, but to send Jessa Grey into

Kellan’s arms…

Unless they wanted another daughter. If Grey didn’t want Kellan anywhere near the other one, perhaps it

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was because he had another target in mind.

If both his daughters were mated to the alpha and beta of my pack–yeah, I can see the appeal, if I was a two–headed snake like Grey. He would probably be running my pack within the year, if I were stupid enough to let something like that happen.

He must really think less of me and Kellan for being so young, as if we can only think with our dicks.

Unfortunately for him, I’ve never been tempted to dip mine into poison.

I slip my phone into my pocket and slide out of the car, throwing my half–smoked cigarette to the ground and crushing it beneath my heel. Smoke wafts out of the car door before I slam it shut, nodding at the shifters stationed by the entrance to the building.

Stepping into the ballroom, I keep to the shadows, avoiding the gazes of the other attendees. The last thing I need is to be accosted by some desperate she–wolf looking for a quick lay or a mating bond. I have more important things to focus on, like figuring out what the Blackwoods are up to.

My eyes scan the room, searching for any sign of

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Alexander Grey and his brood. It doesn’t take long to spot them. Grey stands tall and proud, his chest puffed out like he owns the place. His son, Phoenix, hovers nearby, his expression stoic and unreadable. And then there’s his daughter, Jessa, draped over Kellan’s arm like a fucking accessory.

I can’t help but scoff at the sight. The Blackwoods are so transparent in their attempts to force an alliance between our packs. As if I would ever allow that to happen. I may be young, but I’m not stupid. I know better than to trust a pack with a reputation like theirs. Their alpha didn’t even show up, proving that he had little respect for the Council or the other packs within it. Any alliance would be nothing more than a facade in an attempt to take it over in the next

generation. The real question is, why has their interest

turned to us?

I pull out my phone and shoot off a quick text to

Kellan.

[LUCAS: What’s the youngest daughter wearing? I don’t see her with the others.]

Classy. Sexy. Mine. 

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