His Trouble Maker

Alpha Luna 14

Chapter 15

GRAYSON

I’m so fucking stupid.

“You’ll never fucking have me.”

Are you sure about that, baby? Are you real fucking sure? I swear that smart–ass mouth of yours really knows how to fucking hurt me.

“Fucking Omega,” I hiss under my breath, glaring down at my drink like it owes me answers.

“What was that?” Pierce glances over from his little orgy of a situation – omega on his lap, another leaning too close like I won’t break her fingers for it.

I don’t even bother looking at him.

“Nothing,” I grit out.

Because what am I supposed to say?

Hey, Pierce, you’re little sister is such a bitch I want to fucking tie her in my bed and fuck the attitude out of her.

“You good, man?” he asks, raising a brow like he thinks he’s funny. “You look like you wanna bite someone’s head off.”

I look at him. You have no fucking idea. I down the rest of my drink in one pull, slam the glass down harder than necessary – loud enough to shut him up.

“Maybe I do,” I growl, standing up so fast the chair scrapes across the floor like a threat.

Pierce watches me like he knows better than to ask. “Where the fuck you going?” he calls out.

my pockets, boots already pounding toward the door. “Where

shoulder.

Baby, I already fucking do. After last night,

that bitch fucking

if I wanted to, and I start the engine. It pisses me off so bad I almost laugh. That stupid, reckless, big–mouthed little omega who doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up

for her.

Soft. Safe. Fucking

up in some shitty blanket like she didn’t just stand there tonight and rip my fucking chest open like

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spit in my face and tell me I’ll never

mouth like a filthy little whore, throw all that attitude at me like I won’t fucking do something about

Nah, baby.

To fuck her full of me until this whole goddamn pack knows exactly who she belongs to without me having to say

there for a second, breathing through my nose like that’s gonna do shit for how fucking pissed I am. This side of the forest wraps around the back of her house. Pierce and I used to run through these woods like wild fucking kids sneaking out, sneaking

shit comes

Nothing happened that

you are such

to the window. I press a hand against the rough bark of the tree nearest her window because

on her shoulder like

hard enough I

maybe – that stupid little omega instinct of hers is working

wrong. I just thought I

Me. My tongue drags slow across my bottom lip, rough, filthy, like I

shoulder pressing into the bark, arms crossing tight over my chest like it might hold me together for one more

My head tilts up.