Chapter 11

Chapter 11

JESSICA

“Grayson-”

“Shut up,” he growls.

I shove at his chest–hard–but it’s like pushing against a wall of muscle wrapped in rage. He doesn’t budge. Instead, he catches both of my wrists in one hand–fast, rough–and yanks them up over my head, pinning them against the cold

metal shelf behind me.

The shelf rattles violently. Something tumbles off–a can? A box? I don’t know. It crashes to the floor like thunder, but I barely hear it.

I’m too busy trying to breathe.

His other hand grips my jaw–firm, possessive–and angles my face to the side like he’s done it a thousand times in his head.

“Stop talking,” he snarls.

Then he licks me.

God.

From the curve of my neck all the way up to just under my ear–slow, wet, claiming–and I swear I feel it in every nerve, every fucking inch of me.

I shiver.

My stomach flips.

Heat coils low–deep and fast and wrong.

“God, you taste…” he groans, voice wrecked. “Fuck.”

His mouth drags back down–kissing, sucking, biting–and I can’t even think straight. It’s too much.

“You don’t get it, do you,” he mutters into my skin. Another kiss. Another bite.

My fingers dig into the metal shelf behind me like it’s the only thing keeping me upright. “I’ve waited for this,” he groans. “Dreamed of this mouth. This neck.”

He angles me again, dragging his tongue over my pulse, and I swear I moan like he just touched between my legs. My breath stutters. My hips twitch.

I’m not even trying to hide it.

“Grayson-

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“So soft,” he rasps. “So fuckin‘ sweet.”

His hand slides under my shirt. Rough fingers against bare skin. I gasp again, my body arching into him on instinct.

“I hate you,” I whisper.

His tongue slides up my throat again. “Lie better,” he growls.

blink. Hard. The memory rips away like it burned me–like my body still feels him pressed against mine, mouth hot and filthy against my skin.

Asshole.

at the edge

Grayson fucking Westwood.

lap,”

In front

I freeze.

watching now. Warriors. Trainees. Even that one she–wolf who keeps batting her lashes at him

kidding me?” I snap, turning with fire in my eyes.

Seven.

pride? It’s already bleeding from the way he’s been ignoring me since that

jogs up beside

told you not to piss him off earlier,”

glare. “I didn’t do

sky groans

and seriously considering throwing

shifts–wet, thick,

Wilkinson,” Grayson

heaving, legs trembling, blood hot in my ears. “I’ve done seven,” I bite out. “Everyone else did

Then make it eight

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snap, ready to tell him to shove his order right up his

be a fucking example of what a weak

Or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing. I freeze where I stand. Logan mutters something under

My chest burns. My eyes start to sting.

here. Not in front of all these people. Not in front

his–acted like I was something he wanted, something worth chasing. And now he’s standing there like I’m just some pathetic

my neck, like shame and fury are fighting for space under my skin. I won’t give him the satisfaction. I won’t let him see me break. I straighten my spine,

and

anyone can say a word, before the tears can

Thunder rolls across the field like a warning, and the first drop of rain slaps against my cheek like a second insult. Weak omega. His voice keeps echoing inside my skull, louder than the wind,

“Fucking weak?”

on fire, heart slamming like it’s trying to punch

“Fuck you, Grayson!”

hears. I hope the whole goddamn pack hears. Let them watch me run–let

it.

Weak?

ever fucking wanted. After gripping my wrists like he couldn’t decide whether to kiss me or strangle me. After looking at me like mine meant

I’m

Bite me, Alpha.

Better yet–choke on it.

hit the track again, splashing through a puddle so hard water hits my thigh. I don’t stop. I run faster.

still between my legs. The burn in

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I let

I liked it.

like some pathetic, mouthy little omega who

him weak. I’ll show him fucking

face

in his mouth after I make him

once, twice, don’t let the

Not today.

are still clenching

I snarl

if he comes near me again–if he even

My breath snags.

mud sucking at my boot like the forest itself just told me to

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