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.

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

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

scan the room, searching for any sign of

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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

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

is, why

turned to us?

my phone and shoot

Kellan.

wearing? I don’t

my gaze continues to roam the ballroom. And that’s

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standing off to the side, almost hidden in the shadows. Her

blue of her eyes. They’re the lightest shade of blue

ice.

of her breasts. My fingers twitch as the fabric swirls gently around her hips, giving just a hint of the curves beneath. I don’t pay much attention to women’s clothing, but

lot.

Classy. Sexy. Mine.

mind. It’s a sound I’ve never heard before, a

her, and my wolf urges

and keep my eyes on her. She’s uncomfortable, and walks as though her shoes are foreign, but she’s clearly a little

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Moon–forsaken matefest.

can sense my regard, and my wolf salivates at the idea 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

that little hint of