Tangled

Chapter 102

102 Lucas: Jealousy

LUCAS

She’s going to talk to Clayton tonight.

She won’t let me call her, but she’ll talk to him.

Fuck. I’m going crazy.

My wolf gives me the silent treatment, a palpable wall of disapproval and resentment radiating from him. I

know he blames me for this mess.

“I’m trying,” I mutter, pacing the length of my office. “I’m doing everything I can to fix this.”

There would be nothing to fix if you hadn’t rejected our mate in the first place, he snaps, his voice dripping with accusation.

Rubbing my hands over my face, I struggle not to

groan in frustration. He’s right and I fucking hate it. If I hadn’t been so goddamn stupid, Ava would have been with me long ago, Safe. Marked. Mine.

But I can’t change the past. I can only try to salvage the future.

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Go to her, my wolf demands. Claim her before he does.

I shake my head. “She needs space. I have to respect

that.”

thing she needs. She

almost overwhelming. But I can’t. I

of me.

Get out

clothes and shift, letting my wolf take over. He surges forward, all coiled power and barely leashed aggression, and we

filling my lungs. Out here, with nothing but the wind and the

have to fight for her.

har

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it the right way. Earn back her trust, her affection. Prove that I’m

unsatisfied, but I push on. One step at a

out the chaos in my head. With each stride, the turmoil fades, replaced by the simple joy of the run. My wolf revels in the

he rumbles, content

I

help but agree. Out here, the complications of pack politics and the tangled web of my love life seem far away. There’s only

miles, losing ourselves in

own shadows. The worries melt away, leaving

a scent on the

my wolf snorts, his nose twitching as he

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the odor. Probably some human’s

it, something that tugs at my memory. I

course, following the trail deeper into the woods. The scent grows stronger with each bound, urging us on.

It looks up at us with wary blue eyes, hackles raising slightly

a wolf. And this is

Selene.

a half–remembered fragment from days

in Cedarwood.

what is Selene doing out here, alone and bedraggled? And why do I get the feeling that there’s more to this dog than

my wolf watching intently from behind my

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