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.

growls. “You hear me? You’re not ending up hidden away, filing reports, serving food like some good little girl.” His hand tightens at my waist. “I’ll make sure of it. I’ll drag you to the top if I have to.” His lips skim the shell of my ear. “You were born to fight. And I’m going to make damn sure they see that. Even if I

still couldn’t breathe right as I hear Grayson deliver the news to others. We were round up on the filed listening to

instructions.

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

were nothing but bodies to

pausing, gaze slicing through the group, “get first pick of assignments. Warrior units. Defense positions. Patrol command. The rest…” A cold smile. “Well. You better like kitchens

of them are older. Bigger. Harder. I feel like I’m already bleeding

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Chapter 42

week,” he growls. “Train. Hunt. Learn

where he left before, I turn to Logan

choose you,

shaky breath.

You don’t hold back.

is having actual

glances at me sideways.

it burns out too fast? I made a promise

not going to rot in some corner of the pack house filing reports

dirt. It’s dry, packed down hard from all the boots. I can feel the vibrations of

circle, square

close, staying half a

training with

“Why not?”

shoulder.

“That’s insulting.”

“Exactly.”

groans. I stop

“You wanna get better?”

“Yeah.”

someone who’ll go easy

away,

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