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.”

Grayson doesn’t care. He’s already walking toward me, too confident, too sure of

heat in my stomach rising. “I mean,

panicking because what if

get a say.

others are silent. No one moves, but I can feel their eyes on us.

something–tell

my feet move. My body reacts before my

arms crossed, his eyes locked on mine. “Try to stay alive

him, my jaw tight, my chest rising and falling faster than I want it to.

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widens. “Don’t die on

dominant, confronting and i kena tara trying to let the

outline of my jaw a soft, pe to lips hover next to my ear,

it’s meant to strip ma Bare with just

eye contact. Every part of me aches with wanting him. I

talking dirty, baby,” I

but I don’t

on?” he whispers, lips brushing my ear,

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

like me. I snap my leg up in a swift

flashing across their faces as they take in the move. Grayson stumbles back, caught off

“Not bad, Jess.”

my momentum to send another roundhouse kick toward his ribs. It’s

good,” he mutters, his voice rough as he steps back, just barely out of reach. “But I’m not

than I expect, and suddenly I’m the one’on the defensive. His hands grab my wrists, pinning them above my head

a little too close for comfort, his 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 free, slamming it against

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

me break, the sound of a car door

tension.

and the look on his face–surprise