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.

toward the

shoulder.

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

that bitch

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 – probably curled up right now in that tiny fucking bed like life’s

for her.

Soft. Safe. Fucking

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

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and tell me

to cut me down, run her fucking mouth like a filthy little whore,

Nah, baby.

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

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

how shit comes

Nothing happened that

Logan, you are

of the

That stupid little sleep shirt hangs loose on her shoulder like an invitation

hard

like maybe – just maybe – that stupid little omega instinct of

nothing is wrong. I just

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

giggle before saying goodbye to Logan. I lean back against the tree, shoulder

My head tilts up.

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