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.

I know Clayton will be waiting at the airport to personally escort me to the Blackwood pack lands. I

maintain

it’s a losing battle. Every step 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 my fists, my nails digging into my palms as

wolf growls. She is ours. No

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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

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

with her.

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

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 beneath it all, one scent

Clayton.

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

I growl back, wrestling my primal side under

can’t afford to

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

who Ava is to me.

greets, his voice

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

it have to be

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

attention.

of unspoken words hanging heavy between

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take it

my voice deceptively calm. “As soon as you found out,

me?”

sighs, his grip tightening on the steering

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

it in person.”

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

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

of Ava’s confession ringing in my ears. He had his hands on

close my eyes, fighting back the shift that threatens to

annrosinto you coming to

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