His Trouble Maker

Chapter 80

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.”

me, then stops himself.

as

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tightens. “I won’t let him have you. Not like

my nails into my palms until they

his eyes. “But

back. Grayson catches

electricity through my skin.

as my body leans into him. “You’re wrong.

what you need,” he whispers, holding me like

my hips rock involuntarily. “Please

free from Grayson’s

throat as Riot’s presence pulses

whimper, tears streaming down my face.

“I’m taking you somewhere

ask, barely recognizing my own voice as he

from him,” Grayson snarls, carrying me through the darkness while I writhe against him,

even sure what I’m begging for anymore. Relief?

Grayson kicks open a

My wolf was howling, desperate and needy in a way that made me want to crawl out of my own

attacked me. I wasn’t about to have Riot mark me as his. I squeeze my

throat and it’s not

at the foot of the bed, his knuckles white as he grips the wooden frame. I can see the war raging behind his eyes—the human part of him fighting for control

heat.

can see the battle raging

he growls, taking

I whisper, and Grayson’s face twists with something

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his face makes me sick with guilt, but my body throbs with need at just saying Riot’s

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