His Trouble Maker

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

JESSICA

I have a confession to make.

I think the Alpha hates me.

No–despises me. That might be the right term because there is absolutely no logical reason why I am standing here, simply existing, doing nothing, and yet somehow, he still finds a reason to kill me with those goddamn eyes.

Like, come on? Really?

But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in my seventeen years within the Blackmoor Pack, it’s that Gray Westwood never stares at me without a reason. Or maybe–just maybe–those eyes were made to fuck me and ruin me all at once.

“Uh–oh,” Logan mutters beside me. “What did you do this time, Jes?”

“What?” I scoff, crossing my arms. “I exist. That’s usually enough.”

Logan hums, eyes flicking toward the other side of the yard. Every pack member is expected to train, to fight, to serve. That’s why after class, we’re mandated to come here.

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“Mm. That so? Because Gray Westwood is looking at you like he either wants to fight you or-”

“Or what?”

His grin turns wicked. “Or fuck you against a wall.”

My stomach drops.

“Shut up.” I glare at him. “He hates me.”

“Hates you?” Logan smirks. “Or wants you?”

Oh, gods. Not this again. I roll my eyes, but it doesn’t shake the feeling.

The way he watches you

If

snickers. “Okay,

I cut

him-” he tilts his head, voice dropping lower, “pinning you against a wall, all muscle and command, those

head, voice slipping into something dangerous, “pinning you against a wall, all

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I can stop it, the image forms. Gray pressing me against the cold stone. His body heat licking at my skin.

fast it feels like I’ve

No. Absolutely not.

my head toward Logan, scowling so hard I swear the air should sizzle.

gods, you did

is he even my best friend? I shove him. Hard. He just laughs harder, stumbling back a

wild because of what I freaking imagined. I push my hair behind my ear, letting

“Is that so, Jess?”

and very slowly, I turn–only to find Gray Westwood standing in front

He was just

Oh, fuck.

breath on my skin. He leans in, voice low and dangerously amused. “Didn’t think you had a preference, Jess.” His voice is low, casual–dangerously amused. “Beasts over Alphas, huh?

I can still feel his breath

decisive– his fingers move fast, curling around my

inhale sharply, pulse

Until–heat. My palm presses against something firm. Hard. My breath catches as I glance down, realization crashing over me. His abdomen. Warm, sculpted

Moon Goddess.

exhales, slow and controlled. His grip flexes over my wrist, like he’s waiting. Watching. Drinking in my reaction. My

No. Fuck. No.

eyes flicker, his grip flexing over my wrist. His own breathing is heavier now, but his smirk is still there,

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