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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His jaw ticks. His voice cracks, just a little. “You

me?”

I press my forehead to the floor. “I

want-”

“You want to live.”

truth guts me. My wolf

I claw harder at my skin. “I hate that he’s gone. I

net I can’t crawl out of. I

His head tilts. “What?”

words rip out of me, sharp, desperate. I choke on them, rage and grief crashing together in my throat, choking me. “Since

conclusion. Of course Riot was always close. Of course he wanted to train me, wanted

grooming me for this. And I didn’t see it. I didn’t want to see it. Because if

me

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

I flinch. “Liar.”

blink. “I felt

voice splinters.

“During your first heat.”

“You could’ve told me.”

stays tight,

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I shove off the floor, staggering to my feet. My legs tremble, but

me before I built my whole life

Before I loved him.

Before I picked him.

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it to be him,” Riot snaps, his voice slicing through me. “You needed it

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

I can see his restraint snapping, his wolf pressing

you’d let me touch you if you really

kind of slut now?”

Crack.

can

across his face, the sound snapping through

head jerks

heat and shame crashing through me all at

doesn’t move. He stays there, breathing hard, his cheek blooming red where

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

slow, dark, steady. Riot

hate what I

stalks toward me, slow, lethal. “You hate that your body’s starving for

your wolf’s clawing toward me while

That’s not true.

He’s bluffing.

absorbs it like stone, like he’s

you leaned into me when I caught

“Stop talking–shut up-‘

can smell how fucking, wet you are for

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