Tangled

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18 Lucas: Realization (I)

LUCAS

The frost of winter thaws, giving way to the brisk air of spring. The days drag on, each moment blurring into the next as my frustration builds. Weeks have passed since that fateful night at the Lunar Gala, and still, the

Blackwood Pack’s intentions remain shrouded in

mystery, even with summer peeking around the corner. My wolf paces restlessly within me, yearning for answers, for action, for her.

My obsession grows.

I slam my fist on the desk, the impact reverberating through the room. Kellan, ever the loyal beta, barely flinches. He knows better than to disturb me when I’m

like this, consumed by the need to unravel the web of

secrets that surrounds us.

A missive arrived last week from Alpha Blackwood, a terse notification that his beta’s daughter, Jessa Grey, would be attending the local university here in Granite City. The balls on that asshole, sending her into our territory without so much as a proper request for

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permission. It’s an unspoken rule among our kind, a courtesy extended to the ruling pack when an outsider plans to stay within their domain.

I can’t help but wonder if this is another ploy, another move in the twisted game that Blackwood seems intent on playing. Jessa’s presence here, so close to the heart of our pack, sets my teeth on edge. What secrets does she carry? What lies will she spin to further her alpha’s agenda?

My thoughts drift naturally to her, the girl who haunts my every waking moment. Ava. The memory of her scent, her touch, the way she surrendered to me in the garden–it’s seared into my very being. And yet, my hatred grows by the day.

of my office like a caged beast. The

I need answers.

moment she sets foot in Granite City. I want to know her every move, every breath

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grim. He understands the gravity of the situation, the weight that rests

Blackwood Pack’s actions, like we have a thousand times. But this time, I let my mind linger on Ava. On the garden. On that scent that I can never forget and how there was something different

something beyond the walls of this room. “A way to force a

Lucas. When I met Ava that night, I didn’t sense anything unusual. No hint of artificial pheromones

manipulation.”

applied it in the garden,

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in, make me believe there’s a connection, and then use

hesitates, his brow furrowed in thought. “I suppose that’s possible, but her relationship with her family seemed strained. The way

united front.”

“Exactly. And that’s why it’s even more likely. Think about it, Kellan. If Ava’s relationship with her father is rocky, she’d be even more desperate to prove herself, to earn his approval. Sacrificing herself, using her body as a tool

widen. “I hadn’t considered that angle. It

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turn away, my hands curling into fists at my sides. The thought of Ava being used in such a way, of her willing participation in this deception, fuels the rage

my voice low and dangerous. “The Blackwood

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something. I won’t let them destroy everything we’ve built, everything we stand for.”

“I know. We all do. We’re behind you, Lucas. We’ll keep a close eye on Jessa, and if we find

to mess with the Westwood

to face the window, my gaze sweeping over the city that is mine to protect. The Blackwood Pack may be able to hold their secrets, but they have no idea who they’re dealing

matter the cost.

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papers strewn across my desk. I blink, trying to clear the fog of

I call out,

room, his posture stiff and his expression guarded. I can sense

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