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 airport to

to maintain control.

paces restlessly beneath my skin, eager for blood. I clench my fists, my nails digging into my

is ours. No one else can have her.

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

knows better than to attack

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

with her.

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

the bullshit I have

heart.

Sweat, perfume, fast food–it all mingles into a nauseating miasma that makes me want to

Clayton.

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my wolf snarls, hackles raising. He

it, I growl back, wrestling my primal side

to lose it

schooling my features into a mask of calm. But as our eyes

who Ava is to

greets, his voice tight.

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

Why did it have to be

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

attention.

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

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can’t take it anymore.

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

me?”

tightening on

came as soon as I could to help here, because I felt we would need

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 any

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 I’m going

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

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

to haln with Blackwood”

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