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.

breath, trying to center myself. I know Clayton will be waiting at the airport to personally escort me to the Blackwood pack lands. I can’t let him see

to maintain

to an inevitable confrontation. My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin, eager for blood. I clench my

wolf growls. She is ours. No one else can have

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wolf may look at other alphas with respect, but he never looks

knows better than to attack another

be done. She is not our mate yet. We can’t piss her off if

with her.

my head tell me that he’s unsatisfied with my reasoning, but he stops snapping for Clayton’s

shit. Even dealing with Blackwood was easier than all the bullshit I have to deal with in my head

heart.

of the airport 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

Clayton.

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

I growl back, wrestling my primal side under

afford to

teeth, I approach Clayton, schooling my features into a mask of calm. But as our eyes meet,

who Ava is to

he greets, his

hot in my veins, the

Why did it have

We have more

attention.

silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between us. As we

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can’t take it anymore.

calm. “As

me?”

his grip tightening on the

I came as soon as I could

it

get a chance to see her. Like he has

this entire time, hasn’t he? There’s no point

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

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

coming to haln with Blackwood”

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