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.

says, glancing between us like a dumbass who enjoys playing

Friends.

Huh.

fork clinks against her tray. Her eyes go wide. She

“We’re not!”

Like she’s desperate

The

Really, woman?

well

cheeks going pink. “I don’t know what we

brow, clearly loving

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.

friends,” she mutters, quieter

I raise a brow.

at me again. “Which

This bitch.

pop something in my jaw. My grip tightens around the bottle until the plastic

on her tray, “if we were the last two wolves alive and I was bleeding out, I’d still choose the sweet release of death over

untouchable. And it’s driving me insane. Doesn’t she get it? She wants me to lose it. She wants me to snap. I will. Eventually. And when I do? I’m going to teach

at her. At her neck. Her lips. The delicate shift of her throat when she swallows. I want

her mouth with a napkin, “what are you still doing

Alpha.

tries to cut in, voice

But like I said-

She’s a brat.

me, eyes dark and bright and

purrs, dragging out the word. “Did I

jaw ticking as the fire rises up my spine. Jessica throws me one stupid glance before she

stands.

your lunch, boys,” she mutters, swinging her tray onto the bin with a

In control. So, I

One. Two Fuckit.

shove my chair back so hard it screeches against the floor. Heads turn. I

her hips ahead. This stupid, reckless, mouthy little girl who keeps thinking

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pounding out of me like a war beat, like my body is preparing for

left–fast. Sharp. Like she thought she

eyes locking on

Her brows furrow.

Good.

finally realizing how deep in

And then she runs.

She actually fucking runs.

her brain catches up. Her bag

That’s fucking right.

Run.

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You pissed me off.

You wanted a reaction?

about to choke on

my boots slam against the floor like thunder. She darts down the side

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

right after, boots skidding slightly against the tile as I round the corner

dumb for her to come

the door. Press it shut behind me. My palm grazes

getting out without

whips with her,

run from me first.

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