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.”

she needs. She needs

to storm over there and drag her back to my bed, is almost overwhelming. But I can’t. I won’t be that kind of alpha. That kind of man. I won’t be enslaved to the urges of the fate bond inside

of me.

out of

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

whips past us as we run, the scents of summer filling my lungs. Out here, with nothing but the wind and the

what I have to do. I have to fight for her. Show her that I’m the one she belongs with, the

riva har avaruthing cho

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way. Earn back her trust, her affection.

I push on. One step at a time. One day

forest floor drowns out the chaos in my head. With each stride, the turmoil fades, replaced by the simple

rumbles, content for

I

of pack politics and the tangled web of my love life seem far away. There’s only the wind in my fur

miles, losing ourselves in the

our own shadows. The worries melt away, leaving only the purity of the moment.

on the breeze. Something that

snorts, his nose twitching

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Probably some human’s

it, something that tugs at my memory. I can’t quite place it, but it draws

change course, following the trail deeper into the woods. The scent grows

we see it. A husky, its fur matted and dull, ribs showing through its skinny frame. It looks up at us with wary blue eyes, hackles raising slightly at

And this is no ordinary

Selene.

a half–remembered fragment from

in Cedarwood.

Selene doing out here, alone and bedraggled? And why do I get the feeling

I approach the husky, my wolf watching

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