Tangled

44 Lucas: Shocking Return

44 Lucas: Shocking Return

LUCAS

The highway flies by in a blur of white lines and

endless pine forests as I grip the steering wheel tightly with one hand, the other holding a cigarette I

shouldn’t be having. I quit smoking a long time ago, but the past forty–eight hours have been hell.

I didn’t get to see Ava for a couple days after flying out when I got the news that our scout was murdered, his body hanging between the Blackwood and Westwood territories. I don’t even know what Ava thought of my note taped to her dining table, explaining that I’d be back as soon as I could.

Is she grateful I’m not there? Or is she missing me?

My cell phone is pressed between my ear and shoulder while I shout into it in between puffs of the

cancer–causing burn stick I’ve been craving for the past twenty miles,

“I don’t give a flying fuck, Kellan,” I growl, cutting off his protest. “I’m not leaving Washington for the next three days, so don’t even fucking think about calling

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me back there.”

“Lucas, come on. The Blackwoods-”

“Aren’t going to do anything first.” My jaw clenches as I take a sharp turn, tires screeching. “You know they’re trying to bait us into the first move. We have no proof the Blackwoods killed him. Until we do, we can’t do shit. And since we can’t do shit, I need to see Ava.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Alpha.” Kellan’s sigh crackles through the speaker. “If Blackwood finds out you’re sniffing around Grey’s daughter…”

“He’ll what? Start a war?” I let out a harsh laugh. “He won’t alienate his allies. He’s hoping they’ll help him when the war comes. He won’t take the first step.”

“It changes everything and you know it.”

I can practically hear Kellan’s disapproved frown. He’s been frustrated, saying my obsession with Ava keeps me too far from the pack and the issues going on

there.

He’s not wrong, but nothing is more important than

my mate.

home. Once I do that,

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into place.

My voice softens as I picture Ava’s face, those wide blue eyes that so easily sucker–punch me with so many

if she doesn’t want

and I are meant to be together.

I say firmly.

sounds suspiciously like “stubborn asshole,” but I choose to ignore it. He doesn’t have a fated mate connection. He doesn’t understand the pull

she’s near.

I shift uncomfortably, trying to adjust myself without taking my hands off the wheel. It’s been months since I

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under my fingers

on my

her beneath me, writhing and moaning as I claim every inch of her body. I want to bury myself inside her tight heat and make her scream my name until she forgets anyone else

fanned across the pillow as I hover over her. I’d take my time with her, worshipping every curve and valley until she’s

against the confines of my zipper. I press down on the gas pedal, urging the

Kellan’s response before I end the

flashes by in my peripheral vision,

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in my gut. I’m so close now, just a few more miles until I’m at Ava’s doorstep, ready to grovel at her feet if

other bullshit waiting for me back home. All that matters is Ava and earning

maybe I’ll even get that steamy reconciliation I’ve been fantasizing about. The thought brings a wolfish grin to my face as I take the exit into town, my heart pounding in anticipation of what’s to

come.

The Novel Grind, my eyes scanning the cozy interior for any sign of Ava. The scent of coffee and old books usually brings a sense of comfort, but today it

is

my eye from her usual table,

my way to her, dodging the

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her voice strained.

seat.”

the edge of the chair. “What’s

you could tell me. She hasn’t shown up for work

I leave on pack business and

on her

is it something

found her? Those assholes

looking for her, like they finally realized what

my voice rough. “I’ve been out