His Trouble Maker

Chapter 37

JESSICA

Me: Stop looking at me like that.

Baby Alpha: Looking like what?

frown, throwing Grayson a hideous look as he chuckles, still staring at his phone. We’re taking a break from training session when I notice him giving me a look. The others look at each other because he is very weird right now and I know why.

Logan hisses beside me. “You’re making it obvious.”

I quickly hide my phone and stole his bottle of water. ” Obvious of what?”

“You’re back together?”

I throw Grayson another look, trying to force my voice steady. ” No. He’s getting married.”

I swear to the moon goddess, if Grayson doesn’t stop with that fucking grin, I’ll strangle him with his own damn shirt.

“So, you knew,” Logan says, dragging out the word as he finally looks up, locking eyes with me. He tilts his head, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Just make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into, Jess.”

It makes me sick how much his words make my stomach flip. I know what he’s thinking, and I know what others will think of me if this goes

out and I know I am better than this.

“Alright, enough of the damn gossip.” Grayson shouted, shifting everyone’s attention to him. “Back to practice.”

I don’t even have time to respond. Grayson’s already moving, striding to the center of the room with that swagger he knows drives me crazy.

“Pair up,” he demands, his eyes scanning the room. “And for the love of the gods, get this right. I want this session clean. No bullshit.”

I roll my eyes, still pissed off at the whole situation, but I have to move. It’s practice. So I walk to the designated spot, my muscles tense as I

wait for whatever comes next.

Grayson looks at me, and I freeze. “You’re with me, Jess.”

suspicion, but Grayson doesn’t care. He’s already walking toward

voice harsh, but I can feel the heat in my stomach rising. “I mean, alpha.

it obvious! Inside, I’m panicking because what if

don’t get a say.

I can feel their eyes on us. It’s like everything slows down, like they’re waiting for me to

I should say something–tell him

my feet move. My body reacts before my mind can catch

locked on mine. “Try to stay alive at the end of

rising and falling faster than I want it to. Damn him and his

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widens. “Don’t die on

swallow hard, feeling a mix of anger and desire surge through me. He’s always been like this dominant, confronting and i kena tara

fingers trace the outline of my jaw a soft, pe to lips hover next to my ear, barely a

strip ma Bare with just the words. His regiti la

gaze, refusing to break eye contact. Every part of me aches with wanting him. I know

when you’re talking dirty, baby,” I whisper back,

but I don’t care.

me on?” he whispers, lips

him, I know this game. And I know how it ends. But fo now, I want to play. “I like you better when you’re talking dirty, baby,” I whisper back, just loud enough for him to

act – fast, reckless, just like me. I snap my

they take in the move. Grayson stumbles back, caught off guard, but only for

“Not bad, Jess.”

to respond before I launch myself toward him, my body moving with a fluidity that’s almost instinctual i twist around, using my momentum to send another roundhouse kick toward his ribs. It’s controlled, precise, and the force behind it is enough to make

rough as he steps back, just barely out of reach. “But

wrists, pinning them above my head in one swift motion.

breath hot against my face. “But you’ve still got a long way to go if you wanna take

the strength of his hold only makes me more determined. I twist, shifting my body under his, and with a quick jerk, I pull one hand

I grit out, every word laced with defiance, but it sounds like a plea even to my own

about to push me further, make me break, the sound

tension.

my shoulder, and the