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.

deep breath, trying to center myself. I know Clayton will be waiting at the airport to personally escort me to

to maintain control.

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

growls. She is ours. No one

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

so, he usually knows better than to attack

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

with her.

of my head tell me that he’s unsatisfied with my reasoning, but he stops snapping for Clayton’s blood, giving me some reprieve from all the

easier than all the bullshit I have

heart.

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

Clayton.

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touched our mate, my wolf snarls, hackles

it, I growl back, wrestling my primal side

to lose

as our eyes meet, I can see it in his

knows. He knows who

he greets, his voice tight.

his name feeling like gravel in my mouth. Anger flares hot

Why did it have

have more pressing matters to attend to. The

attention.

hanging heavy between us. As we pull out onto the highway, heading away from White Peak, the tension only

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take it

calm. “As soon as you found out, why didn’t you call

me?”

tightening

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

about it

get a chance to

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 going to

again, the memory of Ava’s confession ringing in my ears. He

that threatens to overtake me, I can’t

coming to haln with

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