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.”

my head

fix this–and I back up so fast I hit

to

My voice is barely a whisper. “We really

think ignoring it makes it go

to

I’m not,” he snaps. “I’m not

it is, Grayson.” My voice

mouth opens like he’s going to argue,

And then-

BANG.

shudders on

Again.

BANG.

My stomach

but we both know. We

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

his eyes find me instantly

from

slams me back. My spine hits the wall. Hard. I suck in air, already choking on it. He plants himself in front

and then his hand’s in Grayson’s

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I can stop it. Embarrassing. Too

it–my wolf thrashing. She wants him. Still. Even with his voice snarling through her ribs like

out, pushing

not yours to fucking break for,”

Grayson throws a punch. Riot doesn’t even wobble. He grabs Grayson’s arm mid–swing and wrenches it

grunts. Still

coming too fast, too loud. My legs won’t move, but everything else inside me wants to run. My nails claw at the plaster. I can still feel Grayson’s mouth on me. I can still smell Riot

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

don’t fucking know what you did?” Riot keeps coming, stalking, teeth bared like

his mouth and spits.

“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

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

heat. She would’ve

fist flies again, cracking against Riot’s ribs. Riot snarls and retaliates, slamming his forehead into Grayson’s face–blood sprays, a grunt of pain–and they both go down

neither

shudders beneath them. Furniture cracks. Riot’s knuckles split

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I scream, throat raw.

Or maybe they don’t

My mess.

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