His Trouble Maker

Chapter 80

JESSICA

“Jess no!”

My wolf jumped inside me but I pushed her deeper, rejecting that it was Riot all along. She wanted him. She wanted him to mark her right there but before she could do that, I quickly turned around and left for the woods.

I whimpered because of the immense heat that was circulating in my veins but I kept going. There’s no fucking way this is happening.

I slid down the tree, trembling. Slick heat pooled between my legs,

I choke on a gasp. “I—please, no, I can’t-”

My hands dig into the dirt, clawing at anything to ground me as another wave hits. It’s not supposed to be like this -not with him. My wolf howls, scratching beneath my skin, demanding I return to him.

“Shut up,” I whisper, tears streaming down my face. “Shut up, shut up!”

But the heat doesn’t listen. It crawls up my spine, making me arch against the rough bark. My shirt sticks to my sweat–slicked skin, and I hate how my nipples harden against the fabric.

1 hear footsteps approaching and panic surges through me.

“Jess!”

“Jessica!”

It’s Grayson.

I press my thighs together, mortified by how wet I am, how my body betrays me while my mind screams to run. When I look up, Grayson is there staring down at me.

“Please leave,” I beg, not wanting to recognize the hurt on his face,

Grayson kneels before me, and I can’t stop the whimper that escapes. His scent is all wrong and fuck me for being

sick with his touch.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” Grayson whispers, voice rough with emotion. “Your wolf chose Riot.”

I shake my head frantically, even as another wave of heat crashes through me, “No–I don’t want this. I don’t want

him.”

for me, then stops himself.

shuddering as Riot’s pull grows

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jaw tightens. “I won’t let him

my nails into my palms until they bleed. “It hurts so

voice breaks, and I see tears in his eyes. “But you’re stronger than your

wave hits and I cry out, arching my back. Grayson catches me before I collapse,

electricity through my skin.

I gasp, even as my body leans into him.

need,” he whispers, holding me like I

beg, hating how my hips rock involuntarily.

break free from Grayson’s arms. She

as Riot’s presence pulses inside

I whimper, tears streaming down my face. “Grayson,

jaw tightens. “I’m taking you somewhere

barely recognizing my own voice as he

the darkness while I

I whisper, not even sure what I’m begging for anymore. Relief? Riot?

open a door and sets

myself, humiliation burning almost as hot as the fever. My wolf was howling, desperate and needy in

where we had to spend the night after a rogue attacked me. I wasn’t about to have Riot mark me as his. I squeeze

sob escaped from my throat and it’s not just me who

grips the wooden frame. I can see the war raging behind his eyes—the human part of him

heat.

the frame. I can see the battle raging in his eyes–his wolf pushing against his control. He inhales

growls, taking a step back. “Jessica,

face twists with

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sick with guilt, but my