Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 93

93 Lucas: With Clayton

93 Lucas: With Clayton

LUCAS 

Challenge him. Rip him apart.

My wolf’s snarling has occupied the majority of my short flight to White Peak, getting closer to the man who’s tasted my mate in ways that he never should

have.

My phone’s off, because I don’t know what I’ll do if he

calls.

The primal part of me is incensed, wanting to sink my teeth into his throat and tear it out, savoring every drop of the blood that spurts, content in knowing his soul has departed this world.”

But the rest of me recognizes that Clayton is my friend and ally.

What am I supposed to do with all these fucking feelings tripping me up inside? Having Ava back is supposed to make everything easier. Make things simple.

In my absence, will she begin to doubt my words?

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If she sees Clayton, would she choose me over him?

I don’t have that confidence.

The fated bond between us is my only advantage. That, and the distance I can maintain between her and the

alpha I trust with the honor of my entire pack.

I can never let her return to Cedarwood.

There’s no way in hell I’ll lose the little advantage I

have.

As the plane touches down, I take a deep breath, trying to center myself. I know Clayton will be waiting at the airport to personally escort me to the Blackwood pack lands. I can’t let him see the turmoil raging inside me. I

have to maintain control.

-Even knowing that, it’s a losing battle. Every step I take through the terminal feels like a countdown to an inevitable confrontation. My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin, eager for blood. I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fight to keep the shift at bay.

Mine, my wolf growls. She is ours. No one else can have her. 

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To him, Clayton is nothing more than competition. My wolf may look at other alphas with respect, but he never looks at them with friendship.

Even so, he usually knows better than to attack another alpha.

Down, I snap. There’s nothing to be done. She is not our mate yet. We can’t piss her off if we want a chance

with her.

His growls in the back of my head tell me that he’s unsatisfied with my reasoning, but he stops snapping for Clayton’s blood, giving me some reprieve from all the unsettled emotions swirling in my head.

Fuck this shit. Even dealing with Blackwood was easier than all the bullshit I have to deal with in my head and

heart.

The stench of the airport crowds my nostrils as I exit the terminal, an overwhelming assault on my sensitive nose. Sweat, perfume, fast food–it all mingles into a nauseating miasma that makes me want to gag. But beneath it all, one scent stands out, instantly putting my wolf on high alert.

Clayton.

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He touched our mate, my wolf snarls, hackles raising. He needs to pay. 

Shut it, I growl back, wrestling my primal side under

control. We can’t afford to lose it now.

Gritting my teeth, I approach Clayton, schooling my features into a mask of calm. But as our eyes meet, I can see it in his face, in the tense set of his shoulders.

He knows. He knows who Ava is to me.

Why her? Why did it have to be her?

Fuck. Jealousy, that fickle little bitch, just won’t stop. Clayton really is here to help. He’s been helping this entire time, hasn’t he? There’s no point trying to assign ulterior motives to his actions. We can’t get past this situation if I’m going to be like this.

He touched her, my wolf growls again, the memory of Ava’s confession ringing in my ears. He had his hands on what’s ours.