His Trouble Maker

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

GRAY’S POV

She’s cute.

Fuck.

72%

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.

weu, su

Chapter 10

林念72%會

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.

+20

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.

dumbass who

Friends.

Huh.

Her eyes go

“We’re not!”

Too fast. Like she’s desperate to outrun the

slow and deliberate. The annoyance coils

Really, woman?

well

pink. “I don’t know what

lifts a brow, clearly loving

like it personally betrayed her. Her knee bounces under the table. Her lip twitches. She

12.40

งบ น

72%i

+20)

Chapter 10

It might.

definitely not friends,” she mutters, quieter

I raise a brow.

me again. “Which

This bitch.

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

tray, “if we were the last two wolves alive and I was bleeding out, I’d still choose the

to the goddess- She’s too fucking proud. Too smug. Too 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

lips. The delicate shift of

a napkin, “what are you still doing

Alpha.

tries to cut in,

But like I said-

She’s a brat.

head at me, eyes dark and bright and

purrs, dragging out the word. “Did I

jaw ticking as the fire rises up my spine.

stands.

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

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

One. Two Fuckit.

my chair back so hard it screeches against the floor. Heads turn. I don’t care. She wants to

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

30 Jul

Chapter 10

72%

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

a hard left–fast. Sharp. Like she thought

over her shoulder, eyes

Her brows furrow.

Good.

realizing how deep in

And then she runs.

She actually fucking runs.

before her brain catches up. Her bag bounces. Her ponytail

That’s fucking right.

Run.

20

You pissed me off.

You wanted a reaction?

to choke

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

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

the tile as I round the corner and shoulder

knob. Locked. Good. Stupid girl. Stupid, reckless, unthinking girl. It’s dumb for her to come

shut behind me.

not getting out

whips with her, eyes

run from me first.

like she

4/6

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255