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.

be waiting at the airport to personally escort me to the Blackwood pack lands.

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 the shift

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

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Lucas: With Clayton

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

he usually knows better than to attack another alpha.

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

with her.

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

with Blackwood was easier than all the bullshit I have to deal

heart.

nose. Sweat, perfume, fast food–it all mingles into a nauseating miasma that makes me want to gag. But beneath it all,

Clayton.

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mate, my wolf snarls,

growl back, wrestling my primal side under

to

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

He knows who Ava is

his

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

did it have to be

rage down, swallowing the bitter accusations. We have more pressing matters to attend to. The Blackwood situation demands

attention.

heavy between us. As

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can’t take it

didn’t you tell me?” I ask, my voice deceptively calm. “As soon as you found out,

me?”

grip tightening

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

about it

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

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. We can’t get past this situation

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

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

coming to haln with

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