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 me to

to maintain control.

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

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 looks at them with friendship.

knows better than to attack

snap. There’s nothing to be done. She is not our mate yet.

with her.

growls in the back of my head tell me that he’s unsatisfied with my reasoning, but he stops snapping for Clayton’s blood, giving me some reprieve from all

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

heart.

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

Clayton.

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touched our mate, my wolf snarls,

back, wrestling

afford to lose it now.

teeth, I 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 of

He knows who Ava is to me.

he greets, his voice

in my mouth. Anger flares hot in my veins, the

it have to be her?

down, swallowing the bitter accusations. We have more

attention.

words hanging heavy between us.

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can’t take it anymore.

voice deceptively calm. “As soon as you found out, why didn’t

me?”

tightening on the steering

found out myself. I came as soon as I could to help

it in

a slap in the face. Like he isn’t here to get a chance to

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 situation if I’m going to

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

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

to haln with Blackwood”

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