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.

at the airport

to maintain

inevitable confrontation. My wolf paces restlessly beneath my

ours. No one else can have

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nothing more than competition. My wolf may look at other alphas with respect, but he

better than

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

with her.

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

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

heart.

terminal, an overwhelming assault on my sensitive nose. Sweat, perfume, fast food–it all mingles into a nauseating miasma that makes me

Clayton.

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my wolf snarls, hackles raising.

I growl back, wrestling my primal side

can’t afford to lose it now.

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

knows who

greets, his voice

hot in my veins, the urge to lash

it

We have more pressing matters to attend to.

attention.

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

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can’t take it anymore.

ask, my voice deceptively calm.

me?”

sighs, his grip tightening on the

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

about it in person.”

word feels like a slap 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 this.

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

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

you coming to haln with Blackwood”

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