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.

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. I

to maintain

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

is ours. No one else can

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him, Clayton is nothing more than competition. My wolf may look at other alphas with respect, but

knows better than to attack

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

with her.

with my reasoning, but he stops snapping for Clayton’s blood, giving me some

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

heart.

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

Clayton.

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mate, my wolf snarls, hackles raising. He

back, wrestling

afford to lose

But as our eyes meet, I can see it in his face, in the tense set

who Ava is

he greets, his voice tight.

I respond, his name feeling like gravel in my mouth. Anger flares hot in my veins, the urge

it

have more pressing matters to attend to. The Blackwood situation

attention.

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 tension only

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take

voice deceptively calm. “As soon as you found

me?”

sighs, his grip tightening on the

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

about it in

get a chance to see her. Like he has any right. to be involved in Ava’s life.

that fickle 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

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

my eyes, fighting back the shift that threatens to overtake me, I

you coming to haln with Blackwood”

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