His Trouble Maker

Chapter 2

GRAY POV

Huh. Does she think I’m going to kiss her?

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Jessica Wilkinson actually closes her eyes, standing there like some naive little idiot, head tilted up, lips barely parted, her breath coming in these shaky, uneven little exhales like she’s waiting for something.

Like she’s expecting something.

Me.

My lips.

On her.

Seriously?

How can someone be this stupid?

A muscle ticks in my jaw. I shouldn’t be surprised because Jessica is always like this. Reckless. Unfiltered. Always saying and doing things without thinking. Running her mouth, pushing my buttons, making my job a hundred times harder than it needs to be.

She never follows orders. She never does what’s expected. She never shuts up and falls in line like a proper pack wolf should. And yet somehow, against all reason, against all logic, against every single fucking thing that makes sense in this world- I can’t handle or discipline her enough to behave.

That’s what pisses me off the most.

No matter how many times I put her in her place–she never bends. She refuses to learn. She refuses to become the kind of wolf this pack expects which is very wrong because I have expectations for her I mean for everyone in this pack.

The Blackmoor Pack is not the kind of place that allows for mistakes. We are the strongest pack in the North, built from the blood of war and generations of ruthless, calculated dominance.

We do not tolerate weakness. We do not tolerate failure. We do not tolerate wolves like Jessica Wilkinson–wolves who have no rank, no purpose, no discipline, and no fucking idea how easily they could be crushed.

In other packs, someone like her would be ignored. Left behind or worse–disposed of. But here, in my pack, in the pack my father has ruled with an iron grip and an unchallenged reign for over two decades—she is a problem. A problem that, one day, the pack will expect me to eliminate.

Fuck.

shift closer. Just enough for my breath to graze her ear. Just enough to make her squirm, make her overthink every single thing that just happened here, make her hate me for what I’m about to do and yet–my own pulse betrays me. Fuck, No.

What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

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just enough to take in her expression, the full force of

over her face, crawling up her throat, staining her cheeks in a way that should mean she understands, that she’s finally realizing what a fucking idiot she looks

“Uh… uuh.”

Tss.

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to her parted lips, to her flushed

said, really

She actually thought it.

here, in front of me, and convinced herself for

“Gather here, everyone!”

raise my voice, turning away from her like she’s not even worth my time. The warriors snap to attention immediately. I don’t even have

it is in Blackmoor. Order is absolute. Hierarchy is

We do not tolerate weakness. And we sure as hell

jogging in from different parts of the

done for

glance at each other in surprise. I ignore them. I’ve lost any fucking

out of my sight,” I add,

move immediately, peeling away, heading back toward the barracks. All except for one. All except for the

I say, deadpan, exhausted, questioning all of my life choices. “Are you not

when I see

Or rather–him.

Logan.

Dragging her.

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No, not dragging.

Tugging.

I blink.

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yanking her backward like

Jessica stumbles, flails-

I’m trying! Let go, you

to one of the trainers–**does

pulls harder, almost yanking

Logan is fucking dying.

over, laughing his ass

wrestle the dog off her while looking like the absolute