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.

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

maintain control.

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

my wolf growls. She is ours. No one

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nothing more than competition. My wolf may look at

better than to attack

mate

with her.

growls in the back 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 unsettled emotions swirling in my

Even dealing with Blackwood was easier than all the

heart.

food–it all mingles into a nauseating miasma that makes me want

Clayton.

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

it, I growl back, wrestling

to

schooling my features into a mask of calm. But as our eyes meet, I can see it in his face,

knows who Ava is to

greets, his voice

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

Why did it

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

attention.

heavy between

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can’t take it anymore.

my voice deceptively calm. “As soon as you found out, why didn’t you

me?”

sighs, his grip tightening on

I could to help here, because I felt we would

it in person.”

he isn’t here to get a chance to see her. Like he has any right.

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 going to be

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

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

to

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