His Trouble Maker

Chapter 14

JESSICA

“I want you, Jess… and I’m so fucking tired of pretending I don’t.”

W–What did he just said?

Did Grayson Westwood–Alpha asshole, my nightmare, the boy I’ve hated breathing near me since forever–just say he wants me?

Me.

Jessica Wilkinson.

My lashes fluttered like maybe blinking harder would reset reality. It didn’t. He was still there. Still looking at me like that. Still standing in front of me with that stupid, wrecked look on his face.

Gods.

He was serious.

“You hate me,” I rasped – because I needed it. I needed him to say it. Needed it sharp. Ugly. Easier to swallow than whatever the hell this was.

But he just huffed – sharp and bitter, like I’d wounded him.

His jaw clenched – that hard, furious line he always had when he was two seconds from snapping.

“Yeah,” he muttered. “Hate you so bad I dream about you.”

Dream? Sure, he gets dreams. You know what I get? Nightmares. Of him – standing in the middle of the clearing while the entire pack watched – shouting my name like it was

shouting my name like it was a curse and dragging my reputation through the fucking mud. But yeah. Tell me more about your little dreams, Grayson.

“Jess “he stepped closer.

Nope. I backed up fast, boots dragging hard across the wood floor.

“Don’t.” My palm flew up like that could stop him. “Don’t fucking come near me.”

“What the hell is your problem, Jess?” Grayson’s voice wasn’t calm anymore. It was a snarl. Rough. Sharp. Furious like I was the one ruining his night.

Fuck him.

I ripped my wrist out of his grip so hard my shoulder ached

it was about to explode.

–

wouldn’t care, not when my whole chest felt

barked–high, raw, shaking like I was about to punch him in his too–perfect jaw. “You’re asking me what the hell my

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right along with it. I shoved him back with both hands. It didn’t move him an inch. So

hit him like a slap to the face. “You’ve always been my problem!” I jabbed my finger harder, chasing him like I wanted the fight. “From the second you opened your goddamn mouth, from the second you made it your personal hobby to humiliate me in

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I stop. Fuck. Fuck.

Stupid, stupid, weak.

I sniffed hard

–

like that could erase the

got. Every trial.

tight I could

“Jess-”

practically told me I’m the weakest wolf in our pack and now you want

never wanted to

watch me break. Wanted front row seats while you ripped

His jaw locked.

Good.

into his space

–

Alpha who thought the sun rose

don’t know what you are?” My

That got him.

whole body went tight, every line

around like you’re untouchable, like everybody’s supposed to fucking kneel just

chest heaved–breathing rough,

“Jess-

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to rock him back a step. “Fuck you. Fuck your ego. Fuck your alpha bullshit. You don’t get to treat me

furious

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