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.

trying to center myself. I know Clayton will be waiting at the

to maintain control.

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

my wolf growls. She is ours. No one

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

usually knows better than to attack

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

with her.

stops

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

heart.

as I exit the terminal, an overwhelming 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

Clayton.

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my wolf snarls,

growl back, wrestling my primal side under

afford to lose it now.

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

who Ava

he greets, his voice tight.

hot in my

Why did it have

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

attention.

the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between us. As we pull

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can’t take it

tell me?” I ask, my voice deceptively calm. “As soon as you found out,

me?”

tightening on

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

about it in

get a chance to see her.

time, hasn’t he? There’s no point trying to assign ulterior motives to his actions. We can’t get past this situation

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

fighting back the shift that threatens to overtake me, I can’t

coming to

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