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

maintain control.

that, 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 as I fight to keep the

growls. She is ours. No one else can

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may look at other

usually knows better than to attack another

done. She is not our mate yet. We can’t piss

with her.

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

this shit. Even dealing with Blackwood was easier than all the bullshit I

heart.

perfume, fast food–it all mingles into a nauseating miasma that makes me want to gag. But beneath

Clayton.

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our mate, my wolf snarls, hackles raising. He needs

growl back, wrestling my primal

to lose

my 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

who Ava

greets, his voice tight.

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

it

accusations. We have more

attention.

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

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can’t take it

deceptively calm.

me?”

grip tightening on

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

it in

isn’t here to get a

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 point trying to assign ulterior motives to his actions. We can’t get past this situation if I’m

the memory of Ava’s confession ringing in my ears. He had his

my eyes, fighting back the shift that threatens to

annrosinto you coming to haln with Blackwood”

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