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

happens.

thigh, dragging my fingers slow, feeling the heat prick at my skin. I’ve been asked this question before. Plenty of times. Hell, too many times. I don’t even know why Gray is

letting the words roll off my tongue, lazy and just

“Logan’s cute.”

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say something wrong? I glance at him, trying to read the sharp cut of his expression, but he doesn’t look

I frown.

his lips, slow, like he’s forcing himself to stay in control.

“You like him?”

tell him that. Instead, I laugh, quick

ugly, mean and dismissive like

Ouch.

my arms, leaning back. “Why are

You

you mean

mean again and just focus on the road. Sometimes, I wonder what goes inside the head of Alpha Gray

must be dark in

the inside of my cheek. My reflection stares back at me, narrowed

“You could do better.”

I blink. “Sorry, what?”

like the

enough. Like the name itself is the insult. “You could

all

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nails. If he weren’t my Alpha, I’d put my fist through that smug face without hesitation.

One. Two. Three.

It barely helps.

my mouth – ready

going to

Train me.

–

on the wheel tightens. “You heard

he beats me to

I didn’t. What the

His knuckles flex against the wheel, and his jaw–oh my god, his jaw–locks tighter

“Training. You need it.”

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

is flat, unbothered. “You run your mouth. You act on impulse. You

“Wow.”

can’t believe he just said that!

serious,” he says, because of course he is. “You’re the weakest among

I hate him.

“I’ll make you stronger.”