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 me a glimmer of

words die on my tongue. Lucas’s posture

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right moment to

voice cuts through my

to shove thoughts of Ava to the back of my mind, focusing on the task at hand. “We’ve been over

voice is steady despite the turmoil within. “We don’t know anything. Our best bet is

wolves back.”

Blackwood pack into Westwood has been a tumultuous process, to say the least. While many have embraced the change, seeking a fresh start and a more stable future, there are those who

to fall along gender lines. The men, proud and stubborn, struggle to let go of

in the Blackwood pack. That is not true of Westwood, Aspen, or any of

IT

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equality.

remain rogue, unsworn to any

female’s loyalty is expected to lie with her mate 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

mate behind to

their mates separated and

forge a new path for themselves and their young. I can only imagine the strength it takes, the courage to

as he runs his hands through his hair. The silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken tension.

speaks.

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haven’t been able to talk to her

in my chest, a flicker of hope igniting before I can quash it. Guilt follows swiftly

mine.

want to kill you every time I see you.”

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

asks,

my answer could be the spark that ignites the powder keg. But I can’t lie, not about this. “I tried to mark her,” I admit, my voice

from his throat as his wolf takes over. I barely have time/to brace myself before he collides. with me mid–shift, all fury and feral possessiveness.

to the surface forcing

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the ground in a tangle of fur