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.

of the car, throwing my half–smoked cigarette to the ground and crushing it beneath my heel. Smoke wafts out of the car

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

searching for any

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place. His son, Phoenix, hovers nearby, his expression stoic and

not stupid. I know better than to trust a pack

question is, why has

turned to us?

pull out my phone and shoot off a quick text to

Kellan.

the youngest daughter wearing? I don’t see her with the others.]

my gaze continues to

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hidden in the

the striking blue of her eyes.

ice.

as the fabric swirls gently around her hips,

lot.

Classy. Sexy. Mine.

gut, and my wolf growls in the back of my mind. It’s a sound I’ve never heard before, a primal recognition of something I can’t quite put my finger on.

scent her, and my wolf urges me to

as though her shoes are foreign, but she’s clearly a little older than most of the first–time she–wolves

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Moon–forsaken matefest.

of the hunt, even as he howls in my head that I need to get my ass closer. Close enough to sniff her, to hold her against my body,

that little hint of