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.”

the last thing she needs. She

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

of me.

out of this suffocating office and

wolf take over. He surges forward, all coiled power and barely leashed aggression, and we race out into the

filling my lungs. Out here,

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

riva har

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have to do it the right way. Earn back her trust, her

wolf growls, impatient and unsatisfied, but I push on. One step at a time. One day at a time.

the turmoil fades, replaced by the simple joy of the run.

what we need, he rumbles, content for the first

I

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

losing ourselves in the primal

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

then, a scent on the breeze.

wolf snorts, his nose twitching as

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odor. Probably some human’s lost pet.

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

woods. The scent grows

It looks up

a wolf. And this is

Selene.

mind, a half–remembered fragment

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 meets the

my wolf watching intently from behind my eyes. Selene

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