Tangled

100 Clayton: Clashing Alphas

CLAYTON

Lucas’s voice booms through the room, frustration palpable in every syllable. The scouts cower under his scrutiny, and I can’t blame them. The Blackwood

leaders have proven more elusive than any of us anticipated.

I should be focused on the task at hand, strategizing our next move, but my mind drifts to Ava. Is she healing well? Has she found any measure of peace. after the trauma she’s endured?

Even though the mating bond didn’t take, my wolf and I feel bonded toward her. It’s one–sided and fragile, -but it consumes my thoughts. I long to see her, to offer comfort and support. But Lucas guards any

information about her whereabouts with a

possessiveness that borders on obsession.

I don’t blame him, but after a week of knowing nothing, the frustration is getting to me.

As the meeting concludes, Lucas and I make our way back to the alpha’s house. The promise of paperwork

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and hacked computer files looms ahead, a necessary evil in our quest for answers. Yet, even as I try to

center my thoughts on the investigation, Ava’s face flickers through my mind.

I glance at Lucas, wondering how to broach the subject of contacting her. His jaw is set, eyes hard with determination. I know he sees me as a threat, a rival for Ava’s affections. And perhaps I am. Everything I feel toward her is undeniable, something I’ve never felt toward a woman before. It’s like a whisper of fate that I

can’t ignore.

And yet I’m not the one she’s fated for.

I don’t want to come between them, not if Ava has truly chosen Lucas. I respect her choices, her

autonomy.

he doesn’t have hers, gives

request, but the words die on my tongue. Lucas’s posture is

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time. I need to tread carefully, to find the right moment to express my

our next move?” Lucas’s voice cuts through my reverie, his

to shove thoughts of Ava to the back of my mind, focusing on the task at

the turmoil within. “We don’t know anything. Our best bet is that Renard is going to try to

wolves back.”

been a tumultuous process, to say the least. While many have embraced the change, seeking a fresh start and a more

lines. The men, proud and stubborn, struggle to let go of their ties to Renard Blackwood. I

Men were superior in the Blackwood pack. That is not true of Westwood, Aspen, or any of the surrounding large

IT

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equality.

remain rogue, unsworn to

above all else, these she–wolves are breaking the mold. They gather their cubs close, eyes bright with determination as they step forward to pledge their allegiance to the Westwood pack.

that would be unthinkable in most shifter communities. A female, leaving her mate behind to join a new pack? It goes

several of their mates separated and under guard, for the safety of their own

they are, ready to forge a new path for themselves and their young. I can only imagine the

frustration evident as he runs his hands through his hair. The silence

speaks.

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to talk to her in

my chest, a flicker of hope igniting before I can quash it. Guilt follows swiftly on its heels. I shouldn’t feel

mine.

to kill you every time I see you.” He meets my gaze, eyes flashing with barely restrained anger. “But I don’t

swallow hard, unsure how to respond. The air between us is charged, dangerous.

truly not bonded?” Lucas asks, his voice low

But I can’t lie, not about this. “I tried to mark her,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “But it didn’t take.”

his throat as his wolf takes over. I barely have time/to brace myself

surges to the surface forcing a

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tearing from our throat as we tumble across the ground