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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Don’t cry. Don’t fucking

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the crate to ground myself, try to hide the way they’re trembling. Gray stops in front of me. Kneels. Eyes locked

“Cold?” he asks, quiet.

Scared. And so fucking close to breaking I

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

need to take that

I blink. Stare.

What.

My voice comes out sharper than I

Flat. “There’s a clean blanket over there, You can use that.” He

right on top

in that,” he adds, still crouched

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

won’t,” he says again before I saw him get up on his feet and turn around. This is stupid. This is humiliating. However, he

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

say. It barely comes out. Pathetic little

feel him

to slam my head

heartbeat feels like it’s fucking everywhere – in my throat, in my head, in the tips of my fucking fingers where they’re curled

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

the blanket come up around my shoulders, rough and dry and warm against my skin

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I freeze. “G–Gray?”

I’d

flipped so sharp it made my ribs

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even saying it. “When I heard you scream–fuck, Jess–I’ve

throat went tight. Burning. Stupid.

know what

know how to breathe around words like that coming from

“You didn’t,” I whispered.

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

just touched skin

breathed – small,

arms came around my waist – rough, claiming – yanking me back into

space anymore.

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

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