His Trouble Maker

JESSICA

It’s fucking treason.

No matter how many ways I twist it, no matter how I dress it up in my head–Theo’s plan is an act of betrayal.

So why the hell am I still sitting on it like some complicit little bitch? Why haven’t I told the Alpha? Or Grayson? Or anyone with teeth and rank and the ability to crush this before it spreads?

But if I tell Grayson, it’ll blow everything up.

And if I don’t—and something actually happens–that blood is mine. All of it.

“Shit!”

I jolt, nearly tipping my chair over when fingers snap loud and sharp right in front of my face. Pierce is looking at me while I absently tear a chunk of meat between my teeth.

“The fuck are you thinking about?” he growls, his voice low as he sips his morning coffee. “Where the hell have you been last night, Jess?”

“Do you really wanna know?” I toss back, stabbing my fork into the remains of my breakfast.

Pierce frowns, leaning forward with that irritating smirk that says he thinks he knows everything. “You made up with him? So that means….

“I accepted the fact that I am a caretaker? Never.” I roll my eyes so hard they might fall out of my skull.

“Jess…”

“Don’t ‘Jess‘ me like I’m some clueless pup.” I push my plate away. “Look, you’ve chosen your side and clearly, it’s not mine so whatever happens, it’s your fault.”

Shit. I shouldn’t have said that. I quickly got up and turn around, but Pierce launches from his chair and blocks my exit.

“What does that fucking mean, Jessica?” He growls. “I saw you last night. With Theo.”

My throat closes up. A cold wave of panic washes over me as my eyes widen involuntarily. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit, did he hear about it? Does he know the plan?

“Mind your fucking business, Pierce,” I spit, shoving against his chest. He barely budges. “Since when are you tracking my movements?”

says, voice dangerously low. “Are

What?!

him with my shoulder, stomping toward the door. “You don’t know

the door, my heart stops completely. Grayson stands there,

his

shit. Pierce, shut the fuck up. Please

Pierce calls from behind me “So why can’t you

swer..”

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Chapter 55

your My hand awkwardly hovers hear his chart Dorcher he hear Pierce? My eyes dart to where Pierce is

heard anything. Grayson dips his head for a kiss, holding my waist, “Hey, you didn’t wake

force myself to relax, to kiss

his mouth, the word carrying more weight than he could possibly tinderstand. “I…

to Pierce, who’s watching us with narrowed eyes. I silently plead with him to keep his mouth shut, my heartbeat thundering

traces small circles on my hip then he nod to

permission or what? You

but nothing comes

Grayson replies coolly, his expression hardening as he stares Pierce down. There’s that dangerous edge to his voice – the one that reminds everyone exactly who

throwing his hands up. He grabs his jacket and turns his back

hands slide up to cup my face. I can’t meet his

my head up. “What’s going on with

how I’ve been sneaking around

and chase for his lips. “Nothing,” I lie, lips still pressed on his. “He’s

up. “What’s going

everything right now. About Theo. About the plan. About how I’ve been

shut my eyes and chase for his lips. “Nothing,” I lie, lips still pressed on his, “He’s just

already inside his truck driving near the Daycare.

over and over between my fingers. The plastic ID with “CARETAKER” printed in bold letters feels

day,” he says, pulling into a parking space. His hand reaches for mine,

to you,” I