His Trouble Maker

Chapter 31

GRAYSON

Someone’s going to die.

Someone’s going to fucking die.

I’m not heartbroken. I’m not weak. I’m not going to crawl to her on my knees and ask her why. I’m going to rip the bastard’s throat out with my teeth and then drag her back by her pretty little neck and remind her who the fuck I am.

I’m the Alpha.

And she’s mine.

Every. Goddamn. Inch. Of Her

I’m running before I can think. Islam into him so hard the air knocks out of his lungs before he hits the dirt.

Pierce yells, “Grayson–what the fuck?!”

of his sh

Jessica’s screaming my name now. Like that’s going to stop me. I grab Logan by the back of his shirt and hurt him backwards so hard his body hits the wall, picture frames crash to the floor, the fucking drywall cracks.

“GRAYSONI” Jessica screams, stumbling Hair tousled Mouth red

Pierce turns, frozen mid–step. “What the fuck-?”

I don’t wait.

I pounce

Logan tries to speak–tries–but my fist’s already in his face. His head slams sideways. Blood sprays. My forearm pins his throat against the

wall.

*YOU KISSED HER?” I rar

His jaw’s already swelling. He chokes. “Gray–wait–1”

“YOU KISSED HER?!” Islam him down onto the floor so hard the boards groan. His head bounces. He coughs blood.

Pierce yells, “Grayson, what the fuck is going on?”

I see red. Full crimson haze. My wolf’s clawing up my throat

I grab Logan again–by the collar this time–and launch him across the room. He hits the bookshelf. Books rain like thunder. He groans, slumped. Dazed.

I turn to her. My chest heaving. Rage boiling.

“You let him fucking touch you?”

STOPI she crie

“Grayson–STOPI” she cries

Too late.

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him over, slam my forearm across his throat, baring teeth. He tries to speak. I punch him again. “Try

“Grayson, STOPITI

from my

She flinches.

I rip out of his grip like it’s nothing.

fucking touch me,”

in front

fuck

laugh, Short, feral, ugly.

“Oh, now she’s

s your sister?”

“What the hell does that

nearly crashing

looks between me and Jessica.

Silence.

eyes widen, lips

Fuck.

stalk toward her. “Tell

“No–Grayson-”

*Tell him, Jess.”

she gasps, eyes wide with panic, her voice already

take another step.

she whispers again, but it’s weaker this time, like she’s already losing the fight with herself and maybe I’m still hoping she’ll say it. That

just don’t do this to me: I don’t know how to

But she doesn’t

looks at me like I’m

Her mouth opens.

a voice so soft, so strangled,

“We’re done, Grayson.”

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Everything in me just–stops.

“We’re done.

a fact. Like it’s already over. Like there’s nothing

slaps, or even tears–not yet. It just comes quiet and steady,

beating, but it doesn’t feel like it belongs in my

Heavy Loud. Out

breath hitching, arms wrapping around

break, choked and shaking. “Please, Pierce. Get him out of

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