His Trouble Maker

Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

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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?” I bite

shoulder.

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. She fucking

bitch fucking sleeping

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 when to shut the

for her.

Soft. Safe.

blanket like she didn’t just

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and tell me I’ll never fucking have

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

Nah, baby.

me until this whole goddamn pack knows exactly who she belongs to without

the forest wraps

shit comes full

happened that

are such a

bark of the tree

sleep shirt hangs loose on her shoulder like an invitation she doesn’t

grind hard enough I taste

looks outside. Right fucking at me. Her brows twitch like maybe – just maybe – that stupid little omega instinct of hers is working

wrong. I just thought I saw

tongue drags slow across my bottom lip, rough, filthy, like I could taste

her giggle before saying goodbye to Logan. I lean back against the tree, shoulder pressing into the bark, arms crossing tight

My head tilts up.

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