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.

down, I take a deep breath, trying to center myself. I know Clayton will be waiting at the

to maintain

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 to keep

wolf growls. She is ours.

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more than competition. My wolf may look at other alphas with respect, but he

usually knows better than

done. She is not our mate yet.

with her.

with my reasoning, but he stops snapping for Clayton’s blood, giving

the bullshit I have to deal with in my head and

heart.

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

Clayton.

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mate, my wolf snarls, hackles raising. He needs

back, wrestling my primal side

can’t afford to lose it

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

knows. He knows who Ava is

he greets, his voice

mouth. Anger flares hot in my veins, the urge to lash out, to demand answers,

it have to

rage down, swallowing the bitter accusations. We have more pressing matters to attend to.

attention.

hanging heavy between us. As we

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can’t take it anymore.

ask, my voice deceptively calm. “As soon as you found out,

me?”

sighs, his grip tightening

“I only just found out myself. I came as soon as I could to help here, because I felt we would

about it in

word feels like a slap in the face. Like he isn’t here to get a chance to

fickle little bitch, just won’t stop. Clayton really is here to help. He’s been helping this entire time, hasn’t he? There’s no point trying to assign ulterior motives to his actions.

again, the memory of Ava’s confession ringing in my ears. He had

my eyes, fighting back the shift that threatens to overtake me, I can’t lose control. Not here,

annrosinto you coming to

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