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.”

needs. She needs her mate.

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

of me.

my head. Get out of this suffocating office and

my clothes and shift, letting my wolf take over. He surges forward, all coiled power and barely leashed aggression, and we race out into

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

her. Show

riva har avaruthing

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way. Earn back her trust, her affection. Prove that

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

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

is what we need, he rumbles, content for

I

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

miles, losing ourselves

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

the breeze.

dog, my wolf snorts, his nose twitching as he

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odor. Probably some human’s

my memory. I can’t quite place it, but

the woods. The scent grows

husky, its fur matted and dull, ribs showing through its skinny frame. It looks up at

wolf. And this is no ordinary

Selene.

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

in Cedarwood.

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

I approach the husky, my wolf watching intently from behind

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