His Trouble Maker

Chapter 83

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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jaw ticks. His voice cracks, just a little. “You think I don’t feel you

me?”

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

want-”

“You want to live.”

me. My

this.” My voice is raw. I claw harder at my skin. “I hate

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

His head tilts. “What?”

did you know?” The words rip out of me, sharp, desperate. I choke on them, rage and grief crashing together in my throat, choking me. “Since when did you know I

Riot was always close. Of course he wanted to train me, wanted his hands on

I didn’t want to see it. Because if I did, it would

me

breathes hard, like it physically hurts to admit it. “Since the first time I

I flinch. “Liar.”

blink.

voice

“During your first heat.”

“You could’ve told me.”

stays tight, but the edges are starting to

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but I keep going, bracing against the wall like

I built my whole

Before I loved him.

Before I picked him.

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be him,” Riot snaps, his voice slicing through

loved him!” I scream. “Because he was supposed to

His jaw flexes. His breathing sharpens. I can see his restraint snapping, his wolf

me touch you if you really loved him, huh?

kind of slut now?”

Crack.

hand flies before I can think. Before I

face, the sound

head jerks to

burns, my whole body trembling, heat and shame crashing through me

breathing hard, his

hate you,” I whisper, my throat raw, my ribs squeezing so tight I can barely get

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

hate what I do to

stalks toward me, slow, lethal.

toward me

That’s not true.

He’s bluffing.

him hard, but he absorbs it like stone, like he’s not

leaned into me when I

“Stop talking–shut up-‘

can smell how fucking, wet you are

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