His Trouble Maker

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

the bastard he is, holding

drop ash near my car again, grind your fucking hand against the pavement ‘til your bones

like he wants to see if

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“You only do that when you’ve fucked someone

the air like he

“Which was it?”

this doesn’t end with me breaking something -his face, his skull, something. He’s not ready to hear it, and I’m not in

you

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

don’t flinch, but my

ways I could respond to that, and all

Poor girl?

You mean your sister?

Yeah. Thought so

Pierce!” My voice is dry. Almost bored. “Should

cigarette burning low between his fingers. He’s not stupid. He’s been

know

I shove past him, open the office door.

follows me in. Tss. Inside, I toss

shit.

the window and sighs.

something. Like the damn walls speak to him. Like the

uncanny talent for sniffing out other people’s business like it’s blood in the water. Pack secrets, training rumors, who’s fucking who in the

like a hammer.

guess–more whining from the Delta unit? Or did someone finally

side of his mouth twitching like he’s half–amused, half–sick of me. “It’s

That gets my attention.

spine straightens, breath

clipped. Business. “Near the easter borders. Two packs hit. One’s missing a beta. The other–Alpha‘

Fuck

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I drag a hand down my face, every muscle in my

“When?”

Controlled, but fast. Like the movement helps

Timed. Like someone’s been

went after your mother? Or your sister?” The words come