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.”

thing she needs. She needs her

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

of me.

need to clear my head. Get out of this

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

the scents of summer filling my lungs. Out here, with nothing

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

riva har avaruthing

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

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

floor drowns out the chaos in my head. With each stride, the turmoil fades, replaced by the simple joy of the run. My wolf revels in the freedom, the wildness

content

I

of my love life seem far away.

miles, losing ourselves in the primal

the hunt, even if we’re chasing nothing but our own shadows. The worries melt away,

scent on the breeze. Something that doesn’t belong.

my wolf snorts, his

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some

about it, something that tugs at my memory. I

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

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

I’m not just a wolf. And this is no ordinary

Selene.

a half–remembered fragment from days of watching Ava

in Cedarwood.

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

approach the husky, my wolf watching intently from behind my eyes. Selene

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