His Trouble Maker

Chapter 6

JESS

We’ve been driving for thirty minutes.

Thirty. Entire. Minutes.

Gray hasn’t said a single word about where we’re going, which, to be fair, isn’t exactly shocking. He’s not the talkative type -at least, not with me. With me, it’s always clipped commands, sharp glances, and long silences thick enough to suffocate someone less stubborn.

Unfortunately for him, I’m not exactly known for my survival instincts.

I’ve come to terms with the fact that, in Gray’s perfect little Alpha–brain, I’m just another bratty omega who needs to fall in line. The thought alone almost makes me snort. Me? Fall in line? Over my dead body.

I cross my arms, making sure to shift just enough to make it obvious I’m annoyed. Childish? Probably. Satisfying? Absolutely.

“Where are we going, Alpha?” I ask. The word still feels wrong on my tongue – like I’m tasting something bitter – but whether I like it or not, Gray is the next Alpha of this pack. Might as well get used to it.

He barely spared me a glance, but he reached out and adjusted the aircon, angling it directly at me. Well, he always does that. I just noticed now because what the hell? Did Pierce tell him about how I always get car sick?

1 chew on the inside of my cheek, deciding to just be quiet. The road looks familiar. Maybe he’s just going to dump me at his father’s office, deliver the brat personally, like some kind of package marked fragile but annoying.

Fine. Whatever. I can survive that.

“Are you seeing Logan?”

My head snaps toward him.

“What?”

Gray’s jaw flexes. “You didn’t answer the question.”

I blink. Because huh. That’s… new. I force a laugh. Fake as hell. “Didn’t realize you cared about my dating life.”

“I don’t.”

Liar.

“Do you ask all your packmates who they’re screwing, or am I just special?” The second it’s out, I realize my mistake. My breath catches–just for a second–before I force myself to look away, quickly, tou quickly. My hand twitches against my leg before I shove it under my thigh, pinning it down.

“I mean—obviously I meant dating. You know. Like… relationships. Normal, appropriate–”

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“It was a simple question, Jess.”

Yeah, sure.

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who makes simple choices and doesn’t have

happens.

I’ve been asked this question before. Plenty of times. Hell, too many times. I don’t even

the words roll off my tongue, lazy and just a

“Logan’s cute.”

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at him, trying to read the sharp cut of his expression, but he doesn’t look at me. He just stares ahead, all

I frown.

his lips, slow, like he’s forcing

“You like him?”

But I won’t tell him that. Instead, I laugh, quick and sharp,

joke but when Gray snorts, it was ugly, mean and dismissive like

Ouch.

huff, crossing my arms, leaning back. “Why are you asking,

You

you mean by

road. Sometimes, I

must be dark in there. Pure

on the inside of my cheek. My reflection stares back at me, narrowed eyes and tight lips, the neon signs from passing buildings flashing across my

“You could do better.”

I blink. “Sorry, what?”

just keeps driving, like the conversation is

He says it like it’s enough. Like the name itself is the

all

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mean to, threads catching under my nails. If he weren’t my Alpha, I’d put my fist

One. Two. Three.

It barely helps.

mouth – ready to

going to

Train me.

–

on the wheel

beats me to

I wish I didn’t. What the hell does

with. His knuckles flex against the wheel, and his jaw–oh my god,

“Training. You need it.”

“Gray, I know you have a superiority complex the size of the

run your mouth. You act on impulse. You make

“Wow.”

believe he just said that!

course he is. “You’re the weakest among

I hate him.

“I’ll make you stronger.”