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.

know Clayton will be waiting at the airport to personally escort

to maintain control.

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

ours.

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

he usually knows better

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

with her.

my reasoning, but he stops snapping for Clayton’s blood, giving me some reprieve from all the unsettled emotions swirling in

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

heart.

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

Clayton.

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

it, I growl back, wrestling

to lose it

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

knows. He knows who Ava is to me.

his

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

it

more pressing matters to attend

attention.

silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between us. As

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can’t take it anymore.

didn’t you tell me?” I ask, my voice deceptively calm. “As soon as you found out, why

me?”

tightening on the steering

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

about it in

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

to help. He’s been helping this entire time, hasn’t he? There’s no point trying to assign ulterior motives to his actions.

confession ringing in my ears. He had his hands on

the shift that threatens to

coming to haln

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