His Trouble Maker

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Jessica POV

“Yes. She’s with me. We got stuck here in the cabin, man. I’ll take her home early in the morning.”

My lips purse as I stare at Gray talking to my brother. He’s got one hand braced against the wall, the other gripping his phone tight, jaw clenched like he’s barely keeping it together. He sighs through his nose, runs a hand through his drenched hair, and says something else to Pierce, but I don’t hear it.

I’m shivering.

My teeth are clenched so hard my jaw aches. I’m trying not to show it – trying to sit still on this damp–ass wooden crate like I’m fine. Like my legs don’t feel like they’re made of glass. Like I’m not five seconds away from curling into a ball and falling the fuck apart.

I’m not fine.

I feel it in my fingertips

that numb buzzing that happens when you’re too scared to admit you were scared. When the

adrenaline fades and all that’s left is the echo of it.

He could’ve taken me.

That rogue.

He was on top of me.

I could still feel it–his breath, his weight, that fucking snarl-

I swallow hard, but it catches in my throat.

A flash of lightning cracks outside. A second later, the thunder rolls in, deep and slow like the sky’s growling back at us.

I flinch.

Gods.

Grayson hangs up.

He turns around, and I straighten automatically–like I wasn’t just falling apart over here like a damn child.

His eyes meet mine.

Don’t look at me like that.

Soft. Controlled. That whole Alpha thing that makes you feel small and safe and like he could kill the world if you asked

him to.

I cross my arms across my chest. I can feel how hard I’m shivering. My clothes are soaked. My skin’s freezing. I want to move, but I don’t trust my legs.

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cry. Don’t cry. Don’t fucking

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a step forward. I press my palms against the crate to ground myself, try to hide the way they’re trembling. Gray stops in front of me. Kneels. Eyes locked on

“Cold?” he asks, quiet.

Scared. And so fucking close to breaking I could

a line that makes my skin prickle under it. “You’re freezing,” he says again, quieter this time. His gaze drags back up to meet

to take

I blink. Stare.

What.

voice comes out sharper than I mean it. “Are you–are you

look,” he says, low. Flat. “There’s a clean blanket over there, You

old stack of supplies, a folded wool blanket sitting right on top like the

that,” he adds, still crouched in front of me. “Take

it personally offended me. I glance at him – still standing there like a wall

saw him get up on his feet and turn around. This

I am so embarrassed right now. I felt him moving, probably getting the blanket. I drag the wet fabric up slow, wincing as the cold air hits my skin like a slap. My arms are goose pimpled. My whole body feels too small, too raw. i sit there for a second–shaking, breathing

It barely comes

him shifted.

my head against the nearest

in my head, in the tips of my fucking fingers

and defensive all at once. “Please.” Grayson didn’t answer. I

blanket come up around my shoulders, rough and dry and warm against my skin that still felt raw and to expose and then his chest hit

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I freeze. “G–Gray?”

thought I’d lose

so sharp it made my

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like he hated even saying it. “When I

Burning. Stupid. Soft in

didn’t know what to

know how to breathe around words like that

“You didn’t,” I whispered.

dropped his head to my shoulder- so sudden, so heavy – it knocked the air straight out of

made me gasp like he’d just touched skin I

– small, shaking,

yanking me back into him like he didn’t

space anymore.

shaking, pissed. “I was so fucking gone for you, Jess,” he snarled low, voice wrecked,

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