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.

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

maintain

inevitable confrontation. My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin, eager for blood. I clench my fists, my nails digging

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

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

better than

mate yet. We can’t piss her off if we want a

with her.

that he’s unsatisfied with my reasoning, but he stops snapping for

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

heart.

nose. Sweat, perfume, fast food–it all mingles into a nauseating

Clayton.

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

back, wrestling my

to lose it now.

into a mask of calm. But as our eyes meet, I can see it

who Ava

his voice tight.

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

Why did it have to be

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

attention.

car in strained silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between

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take it

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

me?”

grip tightening on the steering

I could to help here, because I felt we would need to

it

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

There’s no point trying to assign ulterior motives to his actions. We can’t get past this situation if

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

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

you coming to haln with

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