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 the

to maintain control.

to an inevitable confrontation. My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin, eager for blood. I clench my fists, my nails digging

growls. She is ours. No one else can

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look at

usually knows better

is not our mate yet. We can’t piss her off if we want

with her.

with my reasoning, but he stops snapping

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

heart.

nostrils 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

Clayton.

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touched our mate, my wolf snarls,

I growl back, wrestling my primal side under

We can’t afford to

calm. But as our eyes meet, I

He knows who Ava

greets, his voice

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

did it have to be her?

bitter accusations. We have more pressing matters to attend to.

attention.

way to the car in strained silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between us. As we pull out onto the highway, heading away from White Peak,

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take

deceptively calm. “As soon as you found out,

me?”

tightening

as I could to help here, because I

about it in

like a slap in the face. Like he isn’t here to get a chance to see her. Like he has any right. to be involved in

that fickle little bitch, just won’t stop. Clayton 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.

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

the shift that threatens to overtake me, I can’t lose control. Not here, not

coming to

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