His Trouble Maker

JESSICA

A few days later, everyone’s losing their minds over the damn party next week. It’s “tradition, apparently–our pack opening the village to outsiders, to build alliances and whatnot. Strengthen bonds, show off our hospitality, blah blah.

Whatever.

Grayson’s been glued to the commandants for days now and I’m kind of pissed because I haven’t seen him. Seriously? How busy can he be to

not show his face to me?

It’s not like I need him. Obviously. But… come on

twalk through the center of the village, where warriors are drilling in formation and omegas are running around with crates of food and armfuls of decorations. Everyone’s moving fast, voices sharp, nerves stretched thin. You’d think the damn Moon Goddess herself was coming

spot Pierce talking to two warriors by the training posts. He catches my eye and gives me a chin–lit, casual and cool. Not what I need right

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“What’s with these preparations?” I snap, not bothering with a greeting.

Pierce’s mouth quirks like he’s trying not to laugh. “Stop pouting, Jess. You’re not cute anymore.”

“Really? I think she’s cute”

My eyes widen and I quickly turn my back to see Grayson towering behind me. “What are you doing here, omega?”

“Grayson.”

Pierce cough.” Alpha, Jess. Alpha.”

“Alpha,” echo flatly, giving him a mocking little nod. “Didn’t see you there. Too busy barking orders from your ivory tower?”

“Someone’s mouthy today,” he murmurs, hands behind his back, the kind of posture that s

discipline but his eyes

Should shut up. Should smile politely and back off before end up on Grayson’s hit list again. But no. Instead, I tilt

Just saying what everyone’s thinking.” I add the smallest, most playful smile I can manage, just to see

chuckles low.

Grayson eyes

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in the training

for a moment. There’s a brief, almost imperceptible hesitation before he shrugs, a smile tugging at his Tips. “Alright, alright,” he says, his voice a mix of amusement and resignation. “But

Pierce is gone, he leans down, his breath

breath.

He whispered, eyes probably noticing that others are looking at us. “I miss

but his face is already cool again, unreadable to everyone else. To the pack, he’s still their Alpha. Stoic.

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Chapter 28

Untouchable.

But to me?

heat burning just

but I’m still flushed

again.

like it’s nothing, like it’s casual, and I nearly

I’m not. Meet

think I’ll just crawl back like

that soft, cocky kind of smirk that only I

I was still holding my breath when Logan walk towards me. “You got

eyes, calming myself “As

nudging my arm with his elbow like we’re still kids and nothing’s changed, like I’m not one wrong word away

alpha’s chew toy,”

Logan laughs. I don’t.