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.

fact that she hasn’t fully committed to him, that she hasn’t borne his mark, and that he doesn’t have hers, gives

the words die on my tongue. Lucas’s posture is rigid, his eyes fixed ahead.

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the right moment to express my desire to see Ava without igniting Lucas’s ire.

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

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

Lucas.” My voice is steady despite the turmoil within. “We don’t know anything. Our best bet is that Renard is going

wolves back.”

many have embraced the change, seeking a fresh start and a more stable future, there are those

struggle to let go of their ties to Renard Blackwood.

Blackwood pack. That is not true of

IT

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equality.

men remain rogue, unsworn to any

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 against

of their mates separated and under guard,

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

his hair. The silence stretches between

of nowhere he speaks. “Ava asked for space.

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haven’t been able to talk to her in

before I can quash it. Guilt follows swiftly on its heels. I

mine.

“I want to kill you every time I see you.” He meets my gaze, eyes flashing with barely restrained anger.

respond. The air

asks, his voice low

spark that ignites the powder keg. But I can’t lie, not about this. “I tried

wolf takes over. I barely have time/to brace

own wolf surges to the

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from our throat as we tumble across the ground in a