His Trouble Maker

Chapter 67

Chapter 67

JESSICA

I didn’t know why I was here anymore.

I stood on that cold stone floor, knees locked, jaw set, spine straining to hold together what little was left of me. My face was blank, my chin tilted just enough to fake pride, because that was all I had. That, and a body trained for war–even if the world had decided I was better off forgotten.

The arena was full now. Warriors lined the edges like shadows with sharp teeth. Blades at their hips. Bandages at their throats. Eyes tracking movement like it meant survival. Some stretched in silence, others ran drills with partners. But no one was really focused. Not until the doors opened.

A gust of cool air rolled through the room, slicing through the heat and the sweat and the whispers. Every sound died.

Grayson stepped in first and the room reacted on instinct. Spines straightened. Conversations died mid–word. Eyes dropped..

But it wasn’t him they were staring at.

It was the man beside him.

Goddess.

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He looked like Grayson–but ruined. Sharper. Hungrier. A twisted reflection, like someone had taken the bone structure and charm of the Alpha and drowned it in sin.

Same jawline. Same mouth.

But colder.

Filthier.

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A long, pale scar dragged down the left side of his face, cutting across his cheekbone and curling toward his mouth.

I couldn’t look away.

He was terrifying.

Utterly, absolutely terrifying.

But there’s something about him that makes you want to stay longer. Harder.

way my breath

longer I look at him the deeper I notice their similarities and differences. It’s amazing how they look familiar but not

of his hands, the slow curve of his smirk like he knew exactly

eyes looks…no, that can’t be. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t realized he was already walking. Riot didn’t stop until he was close enough to steal the breath from my

His fingers found the end of my braid, and he twisted it around one finger, gentle and maddening. Up close, he was almost too

understand why I

back, or demanding he stop looking at

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sick, splintered part of

“W–why?”

He shrugged.

if that was an

if he didn’t

tilted his head, still twisting the braid. His thumb grazed the inside of my wrist like he’d tracked the tremor there. He didn’t answer. He just smiled. And

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it before I saw

The shift.

The heat.

pressure that came when an Alpha’s wolf stopped pretending to

Slowly, carefully, I turned.

him was “alive” now–coiled, twitching beneath the surface,

that blood had started to gather at his knuckles. His chest rose and fell in controlled rhythm, like he

was his eyes* that

No longer blue.

No longer human.

molten red, low and wild, the same color I’d seen in wolves just before they

those eyes were locked on Riot’s hand. On

want her,” Riot said again, each word a slow, deliberate spark dropped onto dry

Silence snapped tight.

Then-

the room that didn’t belong to any

Riot, not from me, but from Grayson. My

like instinct had taken hold and reminded them what it meant to be prey. I stood frozen in the center of it all, every hair on my arms rising,

Grayson didn’t speak.

was clawing at the surface, dragging itself up, skin pulling too tight over bones that wanted to shift. Muscles flexed beneath his shirt like they were tearing at the seams, and his entire body trembled, not from fear – but from the agony of

was “this close* to

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