His Trouble Maker

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I should run, vanish or pretend I never existed. Because if Gray Westwood tells the Alpha what just happened, I might not

survive the fallout.

The thought alone makes my stomach churn.

I wanted to be part of the warriors in our pack. I still do. More than anything.

It’s all I’ve ever wanted–to stand on my own. To fight. To be more than some girl waiting to be chosen, waiting to be

protected, waiting to be claimed.

I was supposed to be strong.

My fingers curl into fists, nails digging into my palms. Hard enough to hurt. Hard enough to keep me here, in my body, in control.

I trained for years. Harder than the boys who sneered at me. Harder than the instructors who never let me forget that I wasn’t meant for this. That I would never be strong enough, fast enough, brutal enough.

And for what?

To always end up as an embarrassment? To be looked at, not as a warrior, but as something else?

No she–wolf has ever made it to the top ranks. Not one. Not because we can’t–but because they won’t let us. Because in their eyes, we’re not fighters. We’re not equals. We’re just something to claim. Something to knot..

I refuse to be just another she–wolf waiting for someone to decide my worth. I will carve it out myself.

I groan and shove a pillow over my face. A sharp knock on my door yanks me back to reality.

“Jessica! Are you alive in there?”

I groan. “I am not mom! Leave me alone please!”

For one blessed second, I think she’s actually going to listen. “Get up, sweetheart. The Alpha is here. He wants to see you.”

I sit bolt upright.

“Mom,” I say, slowly, carefully. ““When you say ‘the Alpha‘… do you mean… Gray’s father?”

“Of course,” she says, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “Who else would I mean?”

I exhale.

Long. Slow. Relieved.

Oh, thank the gods.

I was so sure. so sure this was about Gray.

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That he’d decided to track me down, humiliate me further, demand I apologize for embarrassing him in front of the

warriors or some shit.

But no.

This is fine.

This is better.

at least he doesn’t actively

Unlike his son.

out, already climbing out

still in

so bad it could legally be classified as

Do I care?

Nope.

just the

Westwood. I stumble downstairs, rubbing my face,

don’t bother

don’t bother grabbing a

bother

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I step into the living room, I will see a middle–aged, terrifyingly composed, cold-

do not

I do not

infuriatingly broody figure

dead

He lifts his head.

Our eyes meet.

And suddenly, I remember.

ever looked at me like

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snuck into the training grounds, hiding behind the storage shed, watching the older warriors spar. I had been so fascinated by their strength, their precision, the way Gray moved like he had been born to lead. But then… he had turned. As if he had felt me watching. Our eyes had locked, and for the first time in my life, I had

a bad memory because when I turned fifteen and was finally required to join the pack training. I had been excited–nervous, but excited. I had trained in secret, pushing my body,

He was the one assessing the young

my opponent–a seasoned warrior–had knocked me to the

And Gray had laughed.

been there, under his breath, just enough for me to hear. Just enough to carve itself

ere rever

would forever hate Gray Westwood! And now, standing here,

to set myself on fire. “WHAT ARE

drags down my body. Slowly. Like he’s assessing, deciding. Something in his posture shifts–just slightly–but it’s enough. Enough to make my pulse trip. Enough to make something primal inside

in my thin shirt. My fingers curl into my shirt. My shoulders bunch, heat licking up my throat as I shift under his

I nearly give myself whiplash, throwing my arms over my chest, cursing myself, cursing

“Don’t look!” I shriek.

Gray… says nothing.

away from him, still contemplating running straight out

hint of

is quiet, low, the kind that makes you lean in without realizing you’re doing it. I straighten, fighting the instinct to shrink under it. “So you decided to break into my house?” My voice is meant

wrapping around

my current disaster situation in favor of processing the new disaster

“I–what?!”

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“I was sent to get you. You

WAITED IN

WAITED?!” I choke. “YOU–YOU JUST–WHAT–HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN

“Long enough.”

in that. I am not sure if I am just

Gray sighs.

“Wilkinson.”

“NO.”

still overheating, still actively combusting from

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