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

problem?” I barked–high, raw, shaking like I was about to punch him in his

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I 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 a riot – and jammed

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 front of everyone- you

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I stop. Fuck. Fuck.

Stupid, stupid, weak.

I sniffed hard

–

ugly scrubbing at my face like that could

Every fucking chance you got. Every trial. Every training. Every goddamn time I got back up, you were right there waiting to knock me down

jaw clenched so tight I could see

“Jess-”

“You practically told me I’m the

wanted to break

to break me–you wanted to watch me break. Wanted front row seats while you

His jaw locked.

Good.

into his space fucking said

–

with the big, bad Alpha who thought the sun rose and set just because

are?” My laugh was pure poison.

That got him.

every line of him

kneel just because you bark loud enough -newsflash,

chest heaved–breathing

“Jess-

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finger straight into his chest – hard enough to rock him back a step. “Fuck you. Fuck your ego. Fuck your alpha bullshit. You don’t get to treat me like dirt for years

burned–gold and furious and helpless

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