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 with landmines. “Since when are you… uhm,

Friends.

Huh.

clinks against her tray. Her eyes go wide.

“We’re not!”

she’s desperate to

deliberate. The annoyance

Really, woman?

well

going pink. “I don’t know

brow,

it personally betrayed her. Her knee bounces under the table. Her

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It might.

not friends,” she mutters, quieter now. “That would imply I…

I raise a brow.

at me again. “Which

This bitch.

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

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 release of death

get it? She wants me

The delicate shift of her throat when she swallows. I want

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

Alpha.

cut in, voice nervous. “Girl,

But like I said-

She’s a brat.

eyes dark and

purrs, dragging out the word. “Did

the fire rises up my spine. Jessica throws me

stands.

boys,” 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. I

One. Two Fuckit.

Heads turn. I don’t care. She wants to be a brat.

stupid,

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her through the hallway, every step pounding out of me like a war beat, like my body is preparing for

takes a hard left–fast. Sharp. Like she thought

snaps over her shoulder, eyes locking on mine for half a

Her brows furrow.

Good.

how deep in she

And then she runs.

She actually fucking runs.

doesn’t even realize she’s doing it. 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 choke on

to stay quiet now. The soles of my boots slam against the floor like thunder. She darts down the side hall behind the science wing–the part of the school that always smells like copper and floor wax.

into the fucking den. She throws open a random door in the hallway–doesn’t even check what’s behind it. Just slips inside like

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

Stupid girl. Stupid, reckless, unthinking girl. It’s dumb for her to come out here- back of

shut behind me. My palm grazes

getting

her hair whips with her, eyes blazing. “Why are you

run from me first.

barks, like she

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