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.

to him, that she hasn’t borne his mark, and that he doesn’t have hers, gives me a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there’s still a chance for us.

a breath, preparing to voice my request, but the words die on my tongue. Lucas’s posture is rigid, his eyes

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the right moment

cuts through my reverie, his gaze

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

don’t know anything. Our best bet is that Renard is going to try to come

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

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

true of Westwood, Aspen,

IT

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equality.

remain rogue, unsworn to any alpha.

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

leaving her mate behind to join

separated and under guard,

and their young. I can only imagine the strength it takes, the

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

nowhere he speaks. “Ava asked for space.

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been able to talk to

before I can quash it. Guilt follows swiftly on its heels. I shouldn’t feel this way, shouldn’t want what isn’t

mine.

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

how to respond. The air

not bonded?” Lucas asks, his

powder keg. But I can’t lie, not about this. “I tried to mark her,” I admit, my voice barely above a

reaction is instantaneous. He lunges at me, a snarl ripping 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

surges to the surface forcing

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throat as we tumble across the ground in a