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.

into my pockets, boots already pounding toward the door. “Where do you fucking think?”

shoulder.

letting that mouth of hers get the last word. She says I’ll never have her? Baby, I already fucking do. After last night, Jessica left the cabin without saying anything. She rejected me.

that bitch

to find out. I slam the door of my truck so hard the whole thing shakes, grip the wheel like I could rip it clean off 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

for her.

Safe. Fucking

like she didn’t just stand there

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Chapter 15

face and tell

that? That she gets to cut me down, run her fucking mouth like a filthy little whore, throw all that attitude

Nah, baby.

her full of me until this

the engine and sit 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

how shit comes

happened that

are such

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

on her shoulder like an invitation she doesn’t even know

teeth grind hard

maybe –

nothing is wrong. I just thought

my bottom lip, rough, filthy, like I could taste the fear she should be feeling

Logan. I lean back against the tree, shoulder pressing into the bark, arms crossing tight over my chest like it might

My head tilts up.