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.

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

to maintain control.

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

ours. No one else can have her.

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

better than

There’s nothing to be done. She is not our mate yet. We can’t

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

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

heart.

as I exit the terminal, an overwhelming assault on my sensitive nose. Sweat, perfume, fast food–it all mingles into a nauseating miasma that

Clayton.

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mate, my wolf snarls, hackles raising.

growl back, wrestling my primal side under

to lose it

a mask of calm. But as our eyes

knows. He knows who Ava is to me.

he greets, his voice tight.

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

did it have to be her?

I force the rage down, swallowing the bitter accusations. We have more pressing matters

attention.

car in strained silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between

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can’t take it anymore.

me?” I ask, my voice deceptively calm. “As soon

me?”

sighs, his grip tightening

as soon as I could to help here, because

about it in person.”

get a chance to see her. Like he has any right. to be involved

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.

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

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

annrosinto you coming to haln with

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