Tangled

127 Lucas: The Dark Side of Alpha

LUCAS

I’m going to hell.

I’m going straight to hell on a VIP plane.

Pressing a soft kiss against my phone screen after Ava hangs up isn’t why.

Having a raging boner from the sound of her little laugh? That’s not why, either… exactly.

But what deranged psychopath gets hard from listening to their mate while slicing body parts off a

corpse?

Granted, he’s still groaning a little, so he isn’t a corpse yet. But he’s close.

“Did you fix the chainsaw?”

“Got it working again.” Vester holds it up, its teeth gleaming wetly in the dim light. The damn sound of it starting up again had almost ruined my conversation with my mate..

I nod, tearing my gaze away from the screen, Ava’s

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sweet laughter still echoing in my ears. “Let’s get this done, then.”

The knife clatters onto the tray as I set it aside. I barely remember picking it up, so distracted by the sound of my mate’s voice. Her presence lingers, a phantom touch against my cheek. But reality crashes back in as I survey the mess on the floor.

I kick at his head, to the side in a glistening pool of blood. His eyes stare blankly, mouth slack. He stopped screaming a while ago, his healing abilities no match for Vester’s ruthless blade, but even so, the occasional groan comes out. He should have been dead already, but his body hasn’t realized it yet, still trying to fight the pain.

Fucking Blackwood spy. Thought he could infiltrate my borders, gather intel for that snake Renard. Not on my

watch.

We aren’t usually into dismembering, but it has its place.

“What’s the plan for all these bits and pieces?” Vester asks, wiping his hands on a rag that’s more red than white.

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in my chest. “We’re going to spread Renard’s little spy all around the perimeter of the Unregistered city.

“Sending a

a long night. Weeks, really. Ever since Ava escaped her family’s clutches, it’s been a constant

of a wolf.

It eats at me, being away from her. Hearing her voice, that sweet laughter… it’s a balm and a curse; soothing my ragged edges

needs her space.

of that sacrifice. She’s no longer so distant. If all it takes is letting her go to to the occasional stupid

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worth picking up her call,

shoulder, startling me out

the boys to start on

doing. Even the ugly shit. “Sounds good.” Hopefully Ava never hears of these sordid details, the

to me–and it is–she’s

a

places

his mouth. “You’re thinking about her again, aren’t you? You should go,

or some

me. “Fuck off. You make me sound like a serial killer or something.” But there’s no heat in it. He’s not wrong: Ava twists me up inside, makes me want things I’ve

want before.

better man.

future

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myself

brought into

scum of this earth.

this nightmare a long time ago. Would have been, if I hadn’t been such

least we’re finally getting to be on the same page.

foot, I curse the erection that has yet to go down. You’d think the overpowering smell of blood, metallic in the back of my throat, would be enough to

gorgeous face and the way she pulls her bottom lip in when she’s worried. How her face changes when she smiles. How she moans when

Fuck. I’m

be thinking like

got it bad.

little laugh of hers, to realize her walls had come down,

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toward memories of that hospital room and

her body had-

Fuck.

have a problem.

care about anything except Ava and Selene. He’s been

Damn it.

to get out of here.

Mate her. Mark