His Trouble Maker

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

GRAYSON

Damn

We’ve got the girl wolfie.

My wolf’s smug pacing like a beast who’s finally cornered his prey–and now doesn’t know whether to lick her wounds or tear her wide open

again.

She gave it to me.

All oth

Her breath. Her body. Her fucking fight..

And I took it slow. Savored every fucking second like I wasn’t starving for it all this time.

I’ve fed; baby.

I’ve fucking fed.

I take every goddamn piece of her she tries to keep. I take her breath–especially the shallow ones, the desperate ones, the ones caught in her throat when she’s trying not to make a sound. I’ll take those like oxygen, like they’re the only thing keeping me alive. I’ll bleed for that fucking breath.

Because I’m ruined now.

Feral.

Unfuckinghinged.

I adjust the collar of my shirt–still wrinkled from earlier and flip open the report my old man handed me this morning

Yeah, Great

Four pages of scribbled corrections, circled names, and notes like: “Double–check Pierce’s numbers.”

The guy’s meticulous as fuck

Annoyingly so.

“Something good happened?”

I stop whistling–didn’t even realize I was doing–and turn my head, jaw already tight. Fucking Pierce. He’s leaning against the doorframe, cigarette burning low between his fingers, smirking like he thinks he knows something I don’t. I hate that look on him. Hate the way it twitches at the comer of his mouth like he’s about to say something smart

smirks like the bastard he is, holding the

blink, “You drop ash near my car again, grind your fucking hand against

a drag anyway–provoking on purpose, like he wants to see if

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only do that when you’ve fucked

sniffing the air like he

“Which was it?”

no way this doesn’t end with me breaking something -his face, his skull, something. He’s

you want,

raises his brows a slow drag of smoke curling past his lips. “So, it was

don’t flinch, but my

because there’s a thousand ways I could respond to that, and all of them end with him

Poor girl?

You mean your sister?

Yeah. Thought so

this interested in my sex life, Pierce!” My voice is dry. Almost bored. “Should I start

eyes narrowing, cigarette burning low between his fingers. He’s not stupid. He’s been around

to know when I’m

fuck out of my doorway.” I shove past him,

me in. Tss. Inside, I toss

shit.

sighs.

He always hears something. Like the damn walls speak to him. Like the wind gossips when he’s

secrets, training rumors, who’s fucking who in the supply shed–Pierce collects them like weapons. Stores

like a hammer.

as lean back against the desk. “Let me guess–more whining from the Delta

doesn’t even flinch. Just gives this little snort, one side of his mouth twitching like he’s half–amused, half–sick of

That gets my attention.

breath

is clipped. Business. “Near the easter borders. Two packs hit. One’s missing a beta. The other–Alpha‘ kid didn’t make

Fuck

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hits different. I drag a hand down my face, every muscle

“When?”

fast. Like the movement helps him process. “They’re not

Timed. Like someone’s been watching

thumb along my jaw. My teeth grind on instinct. “What about the one who went after your mother? Or your sister?” The words come out colder than I mean. I know he won’t stop until he finds

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