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 her mate. She needs

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 enslaved to the

of me.

head. Get out of this suffocating office

clothes and shift, letting my wolf take over. He surges forward, all coiled

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

have to do. I have to fight for her.

can riva har avaruthing cho nooda.

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do it the right way. Earn back her

on. One step

paws against the forest floor drowns out the chaos in my head. With each stride, the turmoil fades,

what we need, he rumbles, content for the first time in

I

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

miles, losing ourselves in the

even if we’re chasing nothing but our own shadows. The

scent on the breeze. Something

my wolf snorts, his

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the odor. Probably some human’s lost pet.

something that tugs at my memory. I can’t quite place it, but it draws me in like a magnet.

The scent grows

and dull, ribs showing through its skinny frame. It looks up at us with wary blue eyes, hackles raising slightly at the sight

wolf. And this is no ordinary

Selene.

through my mind, a half–remembered fragment from days of

in Cedarwood.

alone and bedraggled? And why do I

the husky, my wolf watching intently from behind my

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