His Trouble Maker

Chapter 15

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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.

boots already pounding toward the door. “Where do you fucking think?”

shoulder.

of hers get the last word. She says I’ll never have her? Baby, I already fucking do. After last night, Jessica

that bitch fucking

It pisses me off so bad I almost laugh. That stupid, reckless, big–mouthed little omega who doesn’t know when to

for her.

Soft. Safe. Fucking

in some shitty blanket like she didn’t just stand there tonight and

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Does she really think it works like that? That she gets to cut me down, run her fucking mouth like a filthy little whore, throw all that attitude at me like I won’t fucking do

Nah, baby.

easy to claim her. To mark her. To fuck her full of me until this whole goddamn pack knows

forest wraps around the back of her house. Pierce and I used to run through these woods like wild fucking kids sneaking out, sneaking back in–never thinking

shit

Nothing happened that

are such a

the rough bark of the

are bare. That stupid little sleep shirt hangs loose on her shoulder like an invitation she doesn’t even know

hard enough I

maybe – that stupid little omega instinct of hers is

I just thought I saw

lip, rough, filthy, like I could taste the fear she

and I heard her giggle before saying goodbye to Logan. I lean back against the tree, shoulder pressing into the bark, arms crossing tight over my chest like

My head tilts up.

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