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.

deep breath, trying to center myself. I know Clayton will be waiting at the airport to personally escort me to the Blackwood pack

to maintain control.

paces restlessly beneath my skin, eager

ours.

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him, Clayton is nothing more than competition. My wolf may look at other alphas with respect, but he never looks at them with

knows better

is not our mate yet. We can’t piss her

with her.

stops snapping for Clayton’s blood, giving me some reprieve from all the unsettled emotions swirling in

all the bullshit I have to deal with in

heart.

mingles into a nauseating miasma that makes me want to gag. But beneath it all, one scent stands out, instantly putting my wolf

Clayton.

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touched our mate, my wolf snarls, hackles raising.

wrestling my primal side under

We can’t afford to lose it now.

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

knows who Ava is to me.

his

I respond, his name feeling like gravel in my mouth. Anger flares hot in my veins, the urge to lash out, to demand answers, nearly overwhelming.

it have to be her?

We have more pressing

attention.

of unspoken words hanging heavy between us. As we pull out onto the highway,

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take it anymore.

ask, my voice deceptively calm. “As soon as you found out, why didn’t

me?”

tightening on the steering

found out myself. I came as soon as I could to help here, because I felt

it

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

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

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

shift that threatens to overtake me, I can’t

to haln with Blackwood” I

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