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 mate. She needs us.

and drag her back to my bed, is almost overwhelming. But I can’t. I won’t be that kind

of me.

clear my head. Get out

and shift, letting my wolf take over. He

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

have to do. I have to fight for her. Show her that

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back her trust, her affection. Prove that I’m worthy of her.

unsatisfied, but I push on. One step at a time. One day at a time.

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

but 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

miles, losing

shadows. The worries melt away, leaving only the

a scent on the breeze. Something that doesn’t

his nose

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some human’s lost pet.

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

the trail deeper into the woods. The scent

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

a wolf. And this is

Selene.

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

in Cedarwood.

do I get the feeling that there’s more to this dog than meets the

husky, my wolf watching intently from behind my

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