His Trouble Maker

Chapter 81

JESSICA

“Where is she?”

I wake up with my skin crawling.

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I’m soaked through. My shirt’s stuck to me, my thighs tacky, the heat still burning under my skin like I never left it. I can’t tell where my wolf ends and I begin, and that’s a whole new level of fucked.

Why?

Why is this still happening to me?

I sit up too fast, and the world tilts sideways. My legs tremble, slick, sticky, and my whole body throbs like I’m a fucking wound. My throat’s dry, my cheeks still wet. I must’ve cried in my sleep. God. I rake shaking hands through

my hair, hating the smell of me–bitter, slick, desperate.

This can’t be real.

This isn’t my life.

I didn’t ask for this.

With all my strength left, I gather myself to walk near the entrance only to find Riot and Grayson barking each other at the entrance. Riot is trying to get in while Grayson hold him off.

“You don’t want her!” Grayson snaps. His voice is raw, frantic, like he’s running out of air. “She chose me.”

My wolf writhes in my gut, pawing at me, whimpering Riot’s name. He’s so close and she’s still begging me to go to

him. She doesn’t care what this costs me. She doesn’t even care what Grayson would feel.

I can’t I can’t be in here–I can’t be in this skin–I can’t–I can’t–I can’t–control my wolf with Riot being this close.

My body tells me to move when both of them whip toward me. Quickly, Grayson locks the door like that’s going to stop what’s coming.

“I’m here,” Grayson says, reaching for me.

I shake my head before he can touch me. It hurts him–I see it. I feel it. And it hurts me too, even if I pretend it doesn’t. But it’s probably for the best/1 barely hold myself together last night. I let things happen I shouldn’t have.

Let him hold me.

Let myself want it,

Want him,

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And that’s not something you’re supposed to want–not when he isn’t your mate. It’s not just wrong. It’s betrayal. Of everything. And knowing Grayson… he’d do it again.

“Jess.”

head

me like he’s about to try again–touch me, fix this–and I back up so fast

have to

we don’t.” My voice is barely

ignoring it makes

to forget it

I’m not,” he snaps. “I’m not gonna pretend this

Grayson.” My voice

he’s going

And then-

BANG.

shudders on its

Again.

BANG.

My stomach drops

both know. We both know who

inward, the frame cracking

eyes find

away from her,”

in air, already choking on it. He plants himself in front of me–broad, braced, a fucking shield. I barely blink before Riot’s in his

spits, and then his hand’s in Grayson’s

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makes–I flinch. A squeak rips out of my mouth before I can stop it. Embarrassing. Too human, Riot hears

I feel it–my wolf thrashing. She wants him. Still.

was breaking,” Grayson grits out, pushing off

break for,” Riot growls. “She

Shoulders slam. The coffee table cracks in half. Grayson throws a punch. Riot doesn’t even wobble. He grabs Grayson’s

grunts. Still

inside me wants to run. My nails claw at the plaster. I can still feel Grayson’s mouth on

still smell her on you,” Riot snarls, then slams his fist into

don’t fucking know what you did?” Riot keeps coming, stalking, teeth bared like he’ll tear the truth out of Grayson’s throat. “You know what

from his mouth and

“You touched her.”

“She’s my fucking mate!”

“No, she’s mine!”

lunges first this time–rage shoving past reason–and slams Riot back against the wall, Riot barely flinches. He

collar. “She let

“She was in heat. She would’ve let anyone touch her. Doesn’t

ribs. Riot snarls and retaliates, slamming his forehead into Grayson’s face–blood sprays, a grunt of

neither of them

floor shudders beneath them. Furniture cracks. Riot’s knuckles split open on Grayson’s cheek. Grayson’s boot kicks into Riot’s gut, sends

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scream, throat raw.

don’t hear me. Or maybe

is a fucking mess. My mess. And I

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