His Trouble Maker

Chapter 83

Chapter 83

JESSICA

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He’ll come back. He always comes back. He- He has to. He always–he always–Grayson, please–please, come

back–please-

Come back. Come back. Come back. Please-

I can’t-

I can’t breathe.

I press my back to the wood, panting, swallowing hard, my body shaking and slick and treacherous. My wolf’s

clawing at me, pawing at my ribs, whining go to him, go to him, go to him.

I press my palms over my ears.

No. No. Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up.

“You’re not okay.” Riot’s voice strains like he’s choking on the need to pull me into him. His breathing’s sharp now, ragged. He’s holding the leash on himself, but it’s fraying. “Sit down Jessica.”

I shove off the door–too hard–my body lurches like it’s trying to go back to him. My legs buckle. I stumble. My

wolf howls mine mine mine mine. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

I stumble. My legs fold. Riot’s hands are on me before I hit the ground.

I jerk away like he burns. “Don’t touch me.”

“You said you wanted me to do this.” His jaw ticks, eyes dark. “You picked me.”

“No, I didn’t-” My knees crashed to the floor. I brace on my hands, shaking, sweat dripping from my jaw onto the wood. “I didn’t pick you–I didn’t–I picked not dying.”

“That’s still picking me.”

I claw at my thighs like I can tear the heat off. My nails bite into my skin. It doesn’t help. Nothing helps. The ache

gets worse.

“Grayson.” His name falls out of me. I didn’t mean to say it.

Riot stiffens. I can feel it. His wolf snarls through him. Mine purrs back, proud and eager.

“Grayson–Grayson, come back–please–I didn’t mean it–I didn’t–I didn’t-” My shoulders heave. My ribs rattle. I can’t stop saying his name. I can’t stop tasting his scent even though it’s already fading. Riot’s scent is flooding the room now–heavy, sweet, drowning me—and I hate that it feels good.

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says. His jaw ticks. His voice

me?”

my forehead to the floor. “I don’t want you–I

want-”

“You want to live.”

me. My wolf hums, smug

my skin. “I hate that he’s gone.

drapes over me like a net I can’t crawl out of. I scrape my nails over my arms, dragging skin, needing pain, needing something

His head tilts. “What?”

The words rip out of me, sharp, desperate. I choke on them, rage

course Riot was always close. Of course he wanted to train

me for this. And I didn’t see it. I didn’t want to see it. Because if I did, it would mean Grayson–Grayson–he

tell me I’m

it physically hurts to admit it. “Since the first time I

I flinch. “Liar.”

blink.

My voice

“During your first heat.”

“You could’ve told me.”

listened.” Riot’s voice stays tight, but the edges are starting

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could’ve tried!” I shove off the floor, staggering to my feet. My legs tremble, but I keep going, bracing against the wall like I can stay upright

built my whole life around Grayson. Before

Before I loved him.

Before I picked him.

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voice slicing through me. “You

scream. “Because he was supposed

jaw flexes. His breathing sharpens. I can see his restraint snapping, his wolf pressing too close to

you love? You think you’d let me touch you if you really

kind of slut now?”

Crack.

I can think. Before I can

sharp across his face, the sound snapping through the room

jerks

trembling, heat

move. He stays there, breathing hard, his cheek blooming red

raw, my ribs squeezing so tight I can barely get

to mine, slow, dark, steady. Riot has always been an

what I

I make you feel.” Riot stalks toward me,

wolf’s clawing toward me while your mouth still

That’s not true.

He’s bluffing.

absorbs it like stone, like

leaned into me when I

“Stop talking–shut up-‘

smell how fucking, wet you

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