His Trouble Maker

Chapter 42

Jessica

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Is it wrong to make out with my Alpha right in front of my house?

Goddess, probably but it doesn’t stop me from chasing Grayson’s lips as he pinned me harder into the hood of his car.

A drop my head against his shoulder, a laugh slipping out of me. This is so insane. “I should go inside,” I mutter, heart thundering.

His mouth drags down my neck, teeth grazing. “You should go,” he mutters, voice low and rough. “Or we’ll be late for patrol.”

My brows pull together. “Patrol?”

He watches me, eyes dark with something feral, something too alive. Then his fingers–those rough, calloused fingers that always find the most fragile parts of me–tuck a strand of hair behind my ear with an intimacy that makes my knees scream. “Pierce didn’t tell you?” he says.

I shake my head, throat closing.

“Told me what?”

His jaw ticks. Grayson’s eyes drag over my face like he’s memorizing me one last time before he says something that’ll gut me.

“Tell me what, Grayson?”

“We’re classifying ranks next week. You’re in the trials.”

My breath catches. My stomach drops.

“What?”

“You’ll be tested. Against the others.” His voice is low, nearly a growl. “Then after that, we’re going to discuss if what department you were going to be assigned to.”

My stomach drops.

Grayson steps closer again, body aligned to mine, his mouth brushing my ear.

you to the top if I have

hear Grayson deliver the news to others. We were round up on the filed listening

instructions.

fall, how fast you get the fuck back up. You’re not just fighting to win. You’re fighting to prove what you’re

but bodies to be broken open and

through the group, “get first pick of assignments. Warrior units. Defense positions. Patrol command.

glance around–most of them are older. Bigger. Harder. I

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got a week,” he growls.

at the spot where he left before, I turn

definitely choose

let out a shaky breath. “Only

laughed. “Come on. You’re fast. You don’t

other half is

at me sideways.

inside of my cheek. Rage burns hot, but what if it burns out too fast? I

corner of the pack house filing reports while the

out onto the dirt. It’s dry, packed down hard

circle, square

close, staying half

training with

“Why not?”

over my shoulder. “Because I like

“That’s insulting.”

“Exactly.”

I stop walking.

“You wanna get better?”

“Yeah.”

train with someone who’ll go easy on

looks away,

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