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 airport to personally escort me

maintain control.

it’s a 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

growls. She is ours.

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

knows better than to attack

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

with her.

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

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

heart.

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

Clayton.

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mate, my wolf snarls, hackles raising. He needs to pay.

back, wrestling my primal side under

can’t afford to lose

calm. But as our eyes meet, I can see it in his face, in

who Ava is to me.

he greets, his voice tight.

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

did it

bitter accusations. We have more pressing

attention.

car in strained silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between us. As we pull out onto the

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can’t take

deceptively calm. “As soon

me?”

grip tightening on the

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

it

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. to be

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

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

shift that threatens to overtake me, I

coming to haln with Blackwood” I

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