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.

plane touches down, I take a deep breath, trying to center myself. I know Clayton will be waiting at the airport to personally escort me to the Blackwood pack lands. I can’t let him see the turmoil raging inside me.

maintain

losing battle. 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

my wolf growls. She is ours.

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nothing more than competition. My wolf may look at other alphas with respect, but he never looks at them

knows better than to attack another

nothing to be done. She is not our mate yet. We can’t piss her off if we want a

with her.

but he stops snapping for Clayton’s blood, giving me some reprieve

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

heart.

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

Clayton.

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my wolf snarls, hackles

it, I growl back, wrestling my primal side

afford to lose it now.

my teeth, I approach Clayton, schooling my features into a mask of calm. But as our eyes

knows who Ava is to

he greets, his voice

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

Why did it have

more pressing matters to attend to. The Blackwood situation

attention.

our 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 White Peak, the

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take it anymore.

calm. “As soon

me?”

grip tightening on the steering

“I only just found out myself. I came as soon as I could to help here, because I felt we would

it

to get a chance to see her. Like he has any right. to be involved

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

memory of Ava’s confession ringing in

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

annrosinto you coming to haln

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