His Trouble Maker

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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against the crate to ground myself, try to hide the way they’re trembling. Gray stops in

“Cold?” he asks, quiet.

Scared. And so fucking close to breaking I could

in front of me. His thumb drags slow over the damp fabric clinging to my thigh, tracing a line that makes my skin prickle under it. “You’re freezing,” he says again, quieter this time.

need to

I blink. Stare.

What.

sharper than I mean

blanket over there, You can

sitting right on top like the universe wants to laugh

in that,” he adds, still crouched

offended me. I glance at him – still standing there

get up on his feet and turn around. This is stupid. This is humiliating. However, he is right. ” Take it off, woman. Atleast one of us won’t die

hits my skin like a slap. My arms are goose pimpled. My whole body feels

say. It barely comes out. Pathetic little whisper. ”

him

to slam my head against the nearest wall. Shit. Fucking shit. “I mean-” I close my eyes, mortified. “Shit. I

in the tips

once. “Please.” Grayson didn’t answer. I waited for him to say anything when I felt his hand barely touching my

up around my shoulders, rough and dry and warm against my skin that still felt raw

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I freeze. “G–Gray?”

thought I’d lose

sharp it made

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exhaled hard like he hated even saying it. “When I heard

tight. Burning. Stupid.

know

how to breathe around words like

“You didn’t,” I whispered.

and then he dropped his head to my shoulder- so sudden, so heavy – it knocked the air

made me gasp like he’d just touched skin I didn’t know was

breathed – small,

yanking me back into him

space anymore.

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