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.

the 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

to maintain control.

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

ours. No one else can

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may look at other alphas

better than

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

with her.

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

Blackwood was easier than all the bullshit I have

heart.

assault on my sensitive nose. Sweat, perfume, fast food–it all mingles into a nauseating miasma that makes me want to gag. But beneath it all, one scent stands out, instantly putting my wolf on high

Clayton.

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snarls, hackles raising. He needs

back, wrestling my primal side under

We can’t afford to lose

into a mask of calm. But as our eyes

He knows who

he greets, his

gravel in my mouth. Anger flares hot in my veins, the urge to lash out, to demand answers, nearly overwhelming.

her? Why did it have to

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

attention.

of unspoken words hanging heavy between us. As we pull

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take it anymore.

my voice deceptively calm. “As soon

me?”

grip tightening on the steering

only just found out myself. I came as soon as I could to

it in person.”

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

little bitch, just won’t stop. Clayton really is here to help. He’s been helping this entire time, hasn’t he? There’s no

confession ringing in my ears. He had his hands

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

to haln with Blackwood” I

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