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.

hasn’t borne his mark, and that he doesn’t have hers, gives me a glimmer

breath, preparing to voice my request, but the words die on my tongue. Lucas’s posture

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find the right moment to express my

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

to the back of my mind,

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

wolves back.”

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,

stubborn, struggle to let go of

superior in the Blackwood pack. That is not true of Westwood, Aspen, or any of the surrounding large packs, where male and female live with relative

IT

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equality.

men remain rogue, unsworn

lie with her mate above all else, these she–wolves are breaking the mold. They gather their cubs close, eyes bright with

in most shifter communities. A female, leaving her mate behind to join a new pack? It goes against every tradition,

had to keep several of their mates separated and under guard, for the safety of

themselves and their young. I can only imagine the strength it takes, the courage to break

he runs his hands through his hair. The silence stretches

of nowhere he speaks. “Ava asked for

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able to talk to her in days.”

quash it. Guilt follows swiftly on its heels. I shouldn’t feel this way,

mine.

“I want to kill you every time I see you.” He meets my gaze,

how to respond. The

asks, his voice low and deadly.

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

He lunges at me, a snarl ripping from his throat as his wolf takes over.

surges to the

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throat as we tumble across the ground in a tangle