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.

to 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.

restlessly beneath my skin, eager for blood. I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I

ours. No one

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

better than to

our mate yet. We can’t piss her off if

with her.

head tell me that he’s unsatisfied with my reasoning, but he stops snapping for

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

heart.

crowds my 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 to gag.

Clayton.

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snarls, hackles raising. He needs to pay.

back, wrestling my primal

afford to lose it

approach Clayton, schooling my features into a mask of calm. But as our eyes meet, I can

He knows who

his voice tight.

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

Why did it have

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

attention.

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, the tension only

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can’t take

tell me?” I ask, my voice deceptively calm.

me?”

grip tightening on the steering

as soon as I could to help here, because I felt we would

it in person.”

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

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. We can’t get past this

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

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

you coming to haln with

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