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

at him the deeper I notice

hands, the slow curve of his smirk like he knew exactly how he made people flinch until his eyes

am more frightened noticing how his 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

braid, and he twisted it around one finger, gentle and maddening. Up close, he was almost too much

understand why I wasn’t

or demanding he stop looking at me like he’d already

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part of me wanted to

“W–why?”

He shrugged.

if that

he didn’t owe me

tracked the tremor there. He didn’t answer. He just smiled. And turned his head–just slightly. Looked past

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I felt it before I

The shift.

The heat.

that came when an Alpha’s

Slowly, carefully, I turned.

everything about him was “alive”

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

it was his

No longer blue.

No longer human.

the same color I’d seen in wolves just before they

eyes were locked on

want her,” Riot said again, each word a slow, deliberate spark dropped onto dry leaves. “You don’t

Silence snapped tight.

Then-

room that didn’t belong

growl echoed off the stone walls – not from Riot, not from me, but from Grayson. My head snapped toward him just as it broke loose. The

and reminded them what it meant to be prey. I stood frozen in the center of it all, every hair on my arms rising, every breath catching in my throat like my

Grayson didn’t speak.

the surface, dragging itself up, skin pulling too tight over bones that wanted to shift. Muscles flexed beneath his shirt like

was “this close*

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