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.

–

care, wouldn’t care, not when

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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shoved him back with both hands. It didn’t move him an inch. So I stepped right the fuck into his space anyway–fire in my throat, pulse

chasing him like I wanted the fight. “From the second you opened your

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I stop. Fuck. Fuck.

Stupid, stupid, weak.

I sniffed hard

–

at my face like

low now, raw. “You ruined me, Grayson. Every fucking chance you got. Every trial. Every training. Every

so tight I could see

“Jess-”

“You practically

to

heat spitting off every word. “Bull–fucking–shit, Grayson. You didn’t just want to break me–you wanted to watch me break. Wanted front row seats while you ripped me apart in front of everyone like some

His jaw locked.

Good.

into his space

–

big, bad Alpha who

you are?” My laugh

That got him.

tight, every line

kneel just

chest heaved–breathing rough, wild,

“Jess-

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you. Fuck your ego. Fuck your alpha bullshit. You don’t get to treat me like dirt for years and then look at me like–like I’m yours just because you finally figured out you have

furious and

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