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 again, harder.

about to try again–touch me, fix this–and I back up so fast I hit the wall behind

have to talk,”

voice is barely a

ignoring it makes it go

to forget it

not gonna pretend this is a fucking

My voice

mouth opens like he’s going to argue, but nothing comes

And then-

BANG.

shudders on

Again.

BANG.

I jump. My stomach drops

both

third, vicious slam and the door bursts inward, the frame cracking like it’s

in and his eyes find

from her,”

his arm out, slams me back. My spine hits the wall. Hard. I suck in air, already choking on it. He

her,” Riot spits, and then his hand’s in Grayson’s shirt–fist curled tight–and

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before I can stop it. Embarrassing. Too human, Riot hears it. His head snaps toward me

when I feel it–my wolf thrashing. She wants him. Still. Even with his voice snarling through her

Grayson grits out, pushing off

not yours to fucking break for,”

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

Still

to run. My nails claw at the plaster. I can still feel Grayson’s

then slams his fist into Grayson’s jaw. Bone

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

“You touched her.”

“She’s my fucking mate!”

“No, she’s mine!”

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

grabbing Riot by the collar. “She

She would’ve let anyone touch her. Doesn’t

retaliates, slamming his forehead

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 him skidding–but

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I scream, throat

me. Or maybe

a fucking mess. My

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