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

he is, holding the stick up between his fingers.

near my car again, grind your fucking hand against the pavement

a drag anyway–provoking on purpose, like he wants to see if snap his spine in half.

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teeth, “You only do that when you’ve fucked someone stupid or gutted

the air like he can

“Which was it?”

move, and I don’t blink. if I tell him right now I just fucked his little sister, there’s no way this doesn’t end with me breaking something

you

his brows a slow drag of smoke curling past his lips.

but my jaw

a thousand ways I could respond to that,

Poor girl?

You mean your sister?

Yeah. Thought so

dry. Almost bored. “Should I start sending you a recap every

cigarette burning low

to know when I’m

you’re here to throw shade, try harder. Otherwise, get the fuck out of my doorway.” I shove past him, open the office door.

Inside,

shit.

sighs. “Theard something” he

the damn walls speak to him. Like the wind gossips

for sniffing out other people’s business like it’s blood in the water. Pack secrets, training rumors, who’s fucking who in the supply shed–Pierce

like a hammer.

crossing my arms as lean back against the desk. “Let me guess–more whining

mouth twitching like he’s half–amused, half–sick of me. “It’s pot about the pack,” he says, slow. “Not that kind

That gets my attention.

breath tightening

been rogue activity. His voice is clipped. Business. “Near the easter borders. Two packs hit. One’s

Fuck

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a hand down my face, every muscle in my

“When?”

but fast. Like the movement helps him process. “They’re not just random strikes

Like someone’s

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

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