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.

Clayton will be waiting at the airport to personally escort

to maintain control.

Every step I take through the terminal 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

wolf growls. She is ours. No

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competition. My wolf may look at other alphas with respect, but he never looks at them

he usually knows better than

not our mate yet. We

with her.

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

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

heart.

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

Clayton.

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snarls, hackles raising. He needs to

back, wrestling my primal side under

can’t afford to lose it

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

who Ava is to

greets, his voice tight.

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

Why did it have to be her?

more pressing matters to attend to. The Blackwood

attention.

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

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can’t take it anymore.

didn’t you tell me?” I ask, my voice deceptively calm.

me?”

sighs, his grip tightening on

soon as I could to help here, because I

it

in the face. Like he isn’t here to get a chance to see her. Like he has any right.

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 to be like

my wolf growls again, the memory of Ava’s confession ringing in my ears.

close my eyes, fighting back the shift that threatens to

you coming to

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