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 enjoys playing with landmines. “Since when are you…

Friends.

Huh.

fork clinks against her tray. Her eyes go wide. She sits up a

“We’re not!”

Too fast. Like she’s

my lips, slow and deliberate. The annoyance

Really, woman?

well

fumbles, cheeks going pink. “I don’t know what

brow, clearly

the table.

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It might.

quieter

I raise a brow.

at me again. “Which I

This bitch.

in my jaw. My grip tightens around

last two wolves alive and I was bleeding out, I’d still choose the sweet release of death over

And it’s driving me insane. Doesn’t she get it? She wants me to lose it. She

neck. Her lips. The delicate shift of her throat when she swallows.

her mouth with a napkin, “what are you

Alpha.

to cut in, voice nervous. “Girl, not

But like I said-

She’s a brat.

me, eyes dark and bright and begging

purrs, dragging out the

fire rises up my spine.

stands.

onto the bin with a clatter and then she

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

One. Two Fuckit.

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

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 in half

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pounding out of me like a war beat, like my body is preparing for a fight or a fuck and doesn’t

left–fast. Sharp. Like

shoulder, eyes locking on mine

Her brows furrow.

Good.

how deep in

And then she runs.

She actually fucking runs.

doing it. Like her body reacts before her brain catches

That’s fucking right.

Run.

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You pissed me off.

You wanted a reaction?

to choke on

trying 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

walked 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 the universe won’t punish her for being that stupid.

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

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

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

not getting out

so fast her hair whips with her, eyes

run from me first.

barks, like she

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