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.

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

to maintain

to an inevitable confrontation. My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin, eager

my wolf growls. She is 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

mate yet. We can’t piss

with her.

head tell me that he’s unsatisfied with my reasoning, but he stops snapping for Clayton’s blood, giving me some reprieve from all the unsettled emotions swirling

dealing with Blackwood was easier than all 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 beneath it all, one scent stands out, instantly putting my wolf on high alert.

Clayton.

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touched our mate, my wolf snarls,

wrestling my primal

can’t afford to lose

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

who Ava is

he greets, his

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

did it have

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

attention.

the car in strained silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between us. As we pull out onto the highway,

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can’t take it anymore.

tell me?” I ask, my voice deceptively calm. “As soon as you found out, why

me?”

tightening on the steering

as I could to help here,

about it

get a chance to see her. Like he has any

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 if

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

back the shift that threatens to overtake

coming to haln with

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