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 her

temptation to give in, 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

of me.

head. Get out of this suffocating office and

word to anyone, I strip off my clothes and shift, letting my wolf take over. He surges forward, all

past us as we run, the scents of summer filling my lungs.

for her. Show her that I’m the one she belongs with, the

can riva har avaruthing

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it the right way. Earn back her

One step at a time. One day at a time.

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

content for the first time in

I

help but agree. Out here, the complications of pack politics and the tangled web of my love life seem

for miles, losing ourselves in

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

the breeze. Something that doesn’t

snorts, his nose

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some human’s lost

there’s something familiar about it, something that tugs at my memory. I can’t

trail deeper into the woods. The scent grows stronger with

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

And

Selene.

my mind, a half–remembered fragment from

in Cedarwood.

alone and bedraggled? And why do I get the feeling that there’s more to this dog than meets

husky, my wolf watching intently from behind my

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