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.

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palms against the crate to ground myself, try to

“Cold?” he asks, quiet.

I could scream. But I don’t say

line that makes my skin prickle under

need to take

I blink. Stare.

What.

out sharper than I mean

“There’s a clean blanket over there, You

sitting right on top like the universe wants to

crouched in front of me. “Take

ridiculous,” I mutter, glaring at the floor like it personally offended me. I glance at him –

says again before I saw him get up on his feet and turn around. This is stupid.

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

barely comes out.

him

blurt and immediately want to slam my head against the nearest wall. Shit. Fucking shit. “I mean-” I close

head, in the tips of my fucking fingers where they’re curled tight against my

pathetic. Small. Beaten down and defensive all at once. “Please.” Grayson didn’t answer. I waited for him to say anything when I felt his hand barely touching my

behind me before the 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 my

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I freeze. “G–Gray?”

I’d lose

stomach flipped so sharp it made

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exhaled hard like he hated even saying it. “When I heard you scream–fuck, Jess–I’ve never moved so

went tight. Burning. Stupid. Soft in

know what

know how to breathe around words

“You didn’t,” I whispered.

he dropped his head to my shoulder- so sudden, so heavy – it

like he’d just touched

– small, shaking,

around my waist – rough, claiming – yanking me back into him like he didn’t

space anymore.

so fucking gone for you, Jess,” he snarled low, voice

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