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 I hit the wall behind

to talk,” he

we don’t.” My voice is barely a

it makes it go

to forget it

he snaps. “I’m not gonna pretend this is a fucking

Grayson.” My voice

like he’s going to

And then-

BANG.

shudders on its

Again.

BANG.

I jump. My

hell-” he starts, but we both

the door bursts inward, the frame cracking like it’s been

in and his eyes find

from her,”

I suck in air, already choking on it. He plants himself in front of me–broad, braced, a fucking

then his hand’s in Grayson’s shirt–fist curled tight–and drives him

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A squeak rips out of my mouth before I can stop it. Embarrassing.

it–my wolf thrashing. She wants him.

breaking,” Grayson grits out, pushing off the door, shoulder

yours to fucking break for,”

The coffee table cracks in half. Grayson throws a punch. Riot doesn’t

Still

to run.

can still smell her on you,” Riot snarls, then slams his fist into Grayson’s jaw.

keeps coming, stalking, teeth bared like he’ll tear the

his mouth and spits.

“You touched her.”

“She’s my fucking mate!”

“No, she’s mine!”

reason–and slams Riot back against the wall, Riot barely flinches. He grins, blood painting his

me,” Grayson hisses, grabbing Riot by the collar. “She let me hold her. She came

low and cruel. “She was in heat. She would’ve let anyone touch her. Doesn’t mean

and retaliates, slamming his

scream but neither of

and teeth. The floor shudders beneath them. Furniture cracks. Riot’s knuckles split open

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throat raw.

hear me. Or maybe

mess. My mess. And

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