His Trouble Maker

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

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I’m so fucking done.

I tip the glass back, bourbon searing down my throat, but it’s not enough to numb it. Across the clearing the pack’s celebrating like they’re at

a fucking carnival Banners, bonfire, laughter. All for me. All for the death of the only goddamn thing ever wanted.

Lalmost begged him. I almost fucking begged the old man not to do this to me

But I knew better knew it wouldn’t change a thing. It would only make me look weaker. Make it worse.

He fucking sold me. Tied my future to Aria’s fucking bloodline because her father offered the right bribe at the right time. And if so much ás blink wrong tonight–difuck this up–he’ll call Riot back from whatever hole he’s been rotting in and hand him the blessing to be the next Alpha.

The pack would never survive that. Jessica would never survive that. I grip the glass so hard it creaks, the urge to smash it against the nearest

tree almost overwhelming

I could kill Riot. I could kill him in three seconds flat, easy, like breaking the neck of a rabbit. But Aria… Aria would take me down with her

She made that crystal fucking clear the last time we spoke, Drop her name, she said, and she’d ruin me. Drag my name through the mud until there was nothing left.

What fucking choice do I have?

I can’t do a fucking thing except pour another drink with hands that won’t stop shaking and pretend this isn’t killing me.

“Are you okay?” Pierce asked. He pours himself another drink while we both look at the crowd. The announcement has been made earlier as a surprise. “I didn’t know you’re getting married.”

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adry, humorless sound that feels like it scrapes my throat raw.

“Yeah, I mutter. “Me neither.”

He laughs under his breath. I want to smash the glass in my hand against the wall just to hear something break besides myself

my mouth with the back of my

tilting his glass toward me with

laugh, ugly and hollow. “You volunteering?” I

know he’s got a lot of fucking questions, especially after seeing me

guys shooting the shit,

my arms, uncrossing them, taking another drink just to have something to do with my

press the heel of my hand against my mouth for a second, like I could shove the word back down, but they keep coming “I fucking wish none of this was happening.” I turn toward him, biting the inside

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Chapter 34

Jess?” he says, like he’s amused.

Third glass.

Because of me.

crawl up my

“Did I make her…”

I swallow hard

shame is a fucking noose around

Cry!”

sounds pathetic even to

Weak Small.

only thing I care about

at me for a long second, the smirk

into

he says finally, quiet and mean and

father and I

makes my stomach burn. “You’re

had my hand on her throat, watching her struggle

ptoe a little bit until her lips is almost brushing

direction, I am very tempted to push

of her dress. I realized that there’s no fucking saving her. That this is

happened to you?”

“What do you mean?”

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