His Trouble Maker

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

GRAY’S POV

She’s cute.

Fuck.

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Grab ahold of yourself, Grayson.

I pick up the damn water bottle, twist the cap with a little too much force, and take a long sip–mostly to stop myself from smirking like a lunatic across the table. She’s edgy. Fidgety. Can’t meet my eyes for more than two seconds without shifting in her seat like I’m burning her from the inside out.

Good.

She should be.

If she only knew–if she had any fucking clue–how close I was to kissing her in that lunch line just to shut those other girls up. Just to mark her with my mouth and make it clear: this one’s mine.

But I didn’t.

Because I can’t.

Not yet.

My thumb taps once–twice–against the side of the bottle as I stare at her. She’s not even eating. Just pushing food around like it insulted her. Her lashes flick up for half a second and our eyes meet.

She looks away.

Fast.

Gods, she’s going to kill me.

No, scratch that. I’m going to kill for her.

Logan is talking about something. Laughing, gesturing. I don’t know. I don’t care. My focus is locked on the way her fingers grip the edge of the tray. Tight. White–knuckled.

She’s trying so hard to pretend she’s okay.

She’s not.

And neither am I.

I shouldn’t have touched her.

Not in public. Not like that.

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But the second I felt the arch of her back under my hand, the soft little flinch she thought I didn’t notice–I knew.

She’s sensitive there.

Delicate.

Breakable.

Perfect.

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And every fucking instinct in me screamed to drag her onto the table, bare her throat, and bite down until she screamed my name with her legs wrapped around my waist.

1 blink slowly. Take another sip of water. Try to breathe like a sane person. I’ve led war parties with more composure than this.

My cock is still half–hard under the table, twitching every time she licks her lips like that.

Goddess. Help me.

She finally stabs something with her fork, then pauses, like she forgot how to eat.

Cute.

Distracted.

Mine.

like a dumbass who

Friends.

Huh.

tray. Her eyes go wide.

“We’re not!”

Too fast. Like she’s desperate to outrun

slow and deliberate. The annoyance coils in me tight,

Really, woman?

well

“I don’t know what

brow,

her food, stabs a potato like it personally betrayed her. Her knee bounces under the table. Her lip twitches. She peeks at me, then back at her tray, like the eye contact might kill

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It might.

quieter now. “That would imply I… like

I raise a brow.

glances at me again.

This bitch.

molars, hard enough to pop something in my jaw. My grip tightens around the bottle until the plastic

she adds, eyes still on her tray, “if we were the last two wolves alive and I was bleeding out, I’d still choose the sweet

driving me insane. Doesn’t she get it? She wants me to lose it. She wants me to snap. I will.

lips. The delicate shift of her throat when

daintily wiping her mouth with a napkin, “what are you

Alpha.

it,” Logan tries to cut in,

But like I said-

She’s a brat.

eyes dark

dragging out the word.

slow and tight, jaw ticking as the fire rises up my spine. Jessica throws me one stupid

stands.

she mutters, swinging her tray onto the bin with a clatter and then

Alphas are calm. Measured. In control. So, I do what they teach us.

One. Two Fuckit.

it screeches against the floor. Heads turn. I don’t care. She wants

boots hit the floor like war drums as i stalk across the cateteria, eyes locked on the sway of her hips ahead. This stupid, reckless, mouthy little girl who keeps thinking I won’t lose it. Who keeps thinking I won’t snap her

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of me like a war beat, like my body is preparing for a fight or a fuck and doesn’t care which it

hard left–fast. Sharp. Like she thought

her shoulder, eyes

Her brows furrow.

Good.

realizing how deep

And then she runs.

She actually fucking runs.

Like her body reacts before her brain catches up. Her bag bounces. Her ponytail swings. Her scent floods

That’s fucking right.

Run.

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You pissed me off.

You wanted a reaction?

to

the floor like thunder. She darts down the side hall

yet but she just walked into the fucking den. She throws open a random door in the hallway–doesn’t even check what’s behind it.

in right after, boots skidding slightly against the tile as I round the corner and shoulder into the door. I pause.

Stupid girl. Stupid, reckless, unthinking girl. It’s dumb for her to come out here- back of the school, no windows, no teachers, no noise. No

into the door. Press it shut behind me. My palm grazes the handle once more–double–checking.

getting out

so fast her hair whips with her, eyes blazing.

run from me first.

she barks, like

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