Tangled

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Lucas motions toward his arms and legs with a wry smile. "I guess my healing came back with a vengeance." That's an understatement.

My heart pounds as I rush a few feet forward, stopping short at the foot of the bed as I drink him

In.

Alive. Well. Healed.

The strong alpha I remember, even if he doesn't know me anymore.

"Can L... would it be okay if I looked you over?" All the confidence I projected at that receptionist from earlier is gone, and I'm timid in front of my mate, this man with my heart in his hands.

He surprises me by standing up beside the bed, a low chuckle stirring my heart and tear ducts. into production. A slow circle, arms raised, as if showing himself off.

Steady,

Confident.

No trace of the injuries that had left him bedridden.

The familiar planes of his face soften with a lopsided smile that squeezes my heart. I ache to touch him, to assure myself this isn't another dream that will evaporate like mist.

His golden eyes are clear, no longer marred by the hint of pain. The broad shoulders I once clung to stand straight, unbowed by suffering. His skin is unblemished, no longer marred by recent wounds. Joy surges through my veins, bright and buoyant. He's here. Whole. Well, almost.

My vision blurs with tears, and I hiccup in the most unladylike manner. "I'm so glad you're better.

The words aren't enough to convey the depth of my joy over his recovery.

Lucas motions for me to sit on the end of the bed. I perch there, hyper-aware of his presence as he settles on the opposite end. The distance between us feels too far, and I wonder if for him it isn't far enough.

His gaze is still that of a stranger, but his words are more friendly than yesterday. "The mate bond must be real. You're the only change in my treatment. I guess my body recognizes it

somehow.

Mate bonds are supposed to help with healing, but we never finalized ours. Still, it feels good to think that my presence has somehow contributed.

My eyes

fix on his hand resting on the bed. I ache to reach out, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath my fingers. But I hold back, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. He may acknowledge our bond now, but he doesn't know me. Not really. 288 Ava: Healed

"If being here helped at all, I'm just thankful to have finally done something for you. My lips quirk. "You're usually the one doing everything for me. It's odd to have the shoe on the other fit He chuckles. "I can see how that might be strange Like it's someone else's problem. It hurts a little less knowing he's healing, though. Maybe soon his memories will return. That would be amazing.

Suddenly, Lucas sniffs the air. His brow furrows, a strange expression crossing his face. "Your scent... it's different today. Why?"

Heat floods my face. I cross my arms over my chest, mortified. Whatever it is, he doesn't seem to like it. "I showered before I came, I insist, my voice higher than usual. "I'm clean." Lucas shakes his head. "No, it's not that. There's something... new."

I bite my lip, trying to think of what could have changed. Maybe the bracelet Dr. Blackwell gave

me?

"Is it this?" Lifting my wrist, I waft the bracelet in the air between us. "It's new."

He leans forward to sniff, then shakes his head. "No. Something else. Earthier."

There's a flash in his eyes, reminiscent of the way Lucas used to look at me. Hungry.

Though I might be wrong. By the way his nose wrinkles and he recoils back just a bit, my guess is that I'm really wrong.

Shit. He doesn't like how I smell.

How can my mate dislike my scent? Such a thing should be impossible.

Even when I hated Lucas, I wanted to bury myself in my scent.

"Sorry. Should I shower again?"

"No," he says, sounding oddly distant as his nose wrinkles again. "I think it should be okay. What's your name again?"

My heart drops. "Ava. Ava Grey

"Right. Grey. The Blackwood Greys, right?"

For a second, I'm startled he would remember that-but, of course, Kellan must have filled him in on recent history and the current pack situation. Of course he knows my family. My old pack.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

My nod is heavy on my neck. "Beta Grey is my father, yes.

He looks thoughtful, bending his knee to rest his arm against it. Casual. Powerful. Looking way too good for someone who doesn't want me yet. My body and bond within me yearn to get closer, to snuggle against him, but I shove that urge aside: The

enemy, he muses. "A curious choice of mate.

"It's a fated connection. No choice for either of us, I remind him, and his eyes flash.

""Right. I forgot about that"

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Forgot. Like it's just some random detail... We're fated.

I have to stop letting these little phrases get me down, but it's hard.

Scratching at my arm, I realize my itching is back, and that string of connection within me is humming, tugging as if to get my attention.

But I can't focus on that right now. I'm with Lucas.

"What's wrong?" he asks me, studying my face.

I'm sure you're

"Just itchy. Have the doctors said anything about you breaking out of this room? I'm sure desperate to get out of here.

"Right. Desperate. His face shutters, and I wonder what landmine I've walked into. "We haven't talked about it."

Awkward silence descends. Squeezing my hands between my knees, I try to look anywhere but at Lucas, who stares at me like he's trying to figure out a puzzle.

His intense

gaze sends shivers down my spine. They're pleasurable, at odds with the ache in my heart. I scratch absently at my legs, trying to ignore the growing itch that seems to spread across my skin. The air between us feels charged, heavy with unspoken words and emotions] can't quite decipher.

I know what I'm feeling; the question is what he's feeling. Sometimes I think he's warming up to me. Other times I think he's suspicious of me. It's like walking on a tightrope of emotions. "What do you want from me?"

His sudden question makes me jump. I blink, caught off guard by the directness of his words. "I... what?"

Lucas leans forward, his golden eyes never leaving mine. "You heard me. What do you want from me, Ava Grey?"

The

way he says my name, like it's unfamiliar on his tongue, twists something inside me. There's arousal, and the bond telling me to jump on him, to slather myself in his scent and warmth. Does he not feel any of it? Or is he able to ignore it, to pretend it isn't there? I want to ask, but I don't want to know the answer.

Swallowing hard, I pull my thoughts back. "I just want your memory to return, I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to remember who you are, who we are to each other. To feel the bond between us."

He tilts his head, considering my words. "And if my memory never comes back? If the bond isn't there? What then? What's your expectation of me?"

The question stalls me in the moment. I've been so focused on getting Lucas's memory back that I haven't allowed myself to consider the possibility that it might never happen. The thought terrifies me, but I force myself to face it head-on.

"I guess that would depend on what you want to do with yourself, I say, choosing my words carefully. "Even without your memory, you're still you, Lucas. You're still the Alpha of the

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Westwood Pack. You still have responsibilities, people who depend on you. But the decision to take up that position is ultimately yours."

I pause, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But beyond that, it would be up to you. If you decide you don't want anything to do with me, with us, I... I'd understand. I wouldn't like it, but I'd respect your decision."

The words are bitter on my tongue, acid against my throat, but they're honest. As much as it would kill me to lose Lucas, to have him choose to walk away from what we have, I can't force him to be with me. He looks curious. "You'd let me go? Just like that?"

"You're not a prisoner. You're my mate, yes, but you're also your own person. If you decide that you don't want this life, don't want me, then... then I'd have to accept that."

He makes a soft sound I can't decipher, leaning more comfortably against the head of the bed. "I don't think I'd do the same in your position. I'd chase you down and force you to remember me."

My lips quirk. "Yes, that kind of sounds like you"

His nod is slow, considering. "That's good to know. I'm still me, even if I don't know me.