Tangled

93 Lucas: With Clayton

93 Lucas: With Clayton

LUCAS

Challenge him. Rip him apart.

My wolf’s snarling has occupied the majority of my short flight to White Peak, getting closer to the man who’s tasted my mate in ways that he never should

have.

My phone’s off, because I don’t know what I’ll do if he

calls.

The primal part of me is incensed, wanting to sink my teeth into his throat and tear it out, savoring every drop of the blood that spurts, content in knowing his soul has departed this world.”

But the rest of me recognizes that Clayton is my friend and ally.

What am I supposed to do with all these fucking feelings tripping me up inside? Having Ava back is supposed to make everything easier. Make things simple.

In my absence, will she begin to doubt my words?

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If she sees Clayton, would she choose me over him?

I don’t have that confidence.

The fated bond between us is my only advantage. That, and the distance I can maintain between her and the

alpha I trust with the honor of my entire pack.

I can never let her return to Cedarwood.

There’s no way in hell I’ll lose the little advantage I

have.

know Clayton will be waiting at the airport to personally escort me to the Blackwood pack lands. I

to maintain control.

it’s a losing battle. Every step I take through the terminal feels like a countdown to an inevitable confrontation. My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin, eager for blood. I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fight

ours. No one else can have her.

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him, Clayton is nothing more than competition. My wolf may look at other alphas with respect,

so, he usually knows better than to attack

our mate yet. We

with her.

but he stops snapping for Clayton’s blood, giving me some reprieve from all the

shit. Even dealing with Blackwood was easier than all the

heart.

crowds my nostrils as I exit the terminal, an overwhelming assault on my sensitive nose. Sweat, perfume, fast food–it all mingles into a nauseating miasma that makes me want to gag. But beneath it all, one scent stands out, instantly putting my wolf on high alert.

Clayton.

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mate, my wolf snarls, hackles raising. He needs to pay.

growl back, wrestling my primal side

to lose it

schooling my features into a mask of calm. But as our eyes meet, I can see it in his face,

who Ava is

greets, his voice tight.

in my mouth. Anger flares hot in my veins, the urge to

her? Why did it have to be

have more pressing matters to attend to. The Blackwood situation

attention.

unspoken words hanging heavy between us. As we pull out onto the highway, heading away from White Peak, the tension only

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can’t take

tell me?” I ask, my voice deceptively calm.

me?”

his grip tightening on the steering

“I only just found out myself. I came as soon as I could to

about it in person.”

get a chance to see her. Like he has any right. to be

hasn’t he? There’s no point trying to assign ulterior motives to his actions. We can’t get past this situation if I’m going to be like

confession ringing in

threatens to overtake me, I can’t

to haln

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