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.”

last thing she needs. She needs her mate. She

almost overwhelming. But I can’t. I won’t be that kind of alpha. That

of me.

out of this suffocating office

anyone, I strip off my clothes and shift, letting my wolf take over. He

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

fight for her. Show her

riva har avaruthing cho nooda.

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to do it the right way. Earn back her trust, her affection. Prove that I’m worthy

but I push on. One step at a time.

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

rumbles, content for the first time

I

love life seem far away. There’s only the wind in my fur and the earth beneath

for miles, losing ourselves in the

chasing nothing but our own shadows. The worries melt away, leaving

then, a scent on the breeze.

wolf snorts, his

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Probably some human’s lost pet.

familiar about it, something that tugs at my memory. I can’t quite place it, but it

following the trail deeper into the woods. The

we see it. A husky, its fur matted and dull, ribs showing through its skinny frame. It looks up at us with wary blue eyes, hackles

just a wolf. And this is

Selene.

half–remembered fragment from days

in Cedarwood.

what is Selene doing out here, alone and bedraggled? And why do I get the

watching intently from behind my

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