Tangled

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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 Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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.

it beneath my heel. Smoke wafts out of the car door before I slam it shut, nodding at the shifters stationed by

I need is to be accosted by some desperate

searching for

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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

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

is, why has

turned to us?

out my phone and shoot off a

Kellan.

youngest daughter wearing? I

my gaze continues to roam the

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the side, almost hidden in the shadows.

her thick–framed glasses only seem to enhance the striking blue of her eyes. They’re the lightest shade of blue I’ve

ice.

number in black, with the barest peek at the swell of her breasts. My fingers twitch as the fabric swirls gently around her hips, giving just a hint of the curves beneath.

lot.

Classy. Sexy. Mine.

of my mind. It’s a sound I’ve never heard before, a primal recognition of something I can’t quite

scent her, and my wolf urges me to get

She’s uncomfortable, and walks as though her shoes are foreign, but she’s clearly a little older than most of the

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Moon–forsaken matefest.

she can sense my regard, and my wolf salivates at the idea of the hunt, even as he howls in my head that I need

of her breasts in