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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it?” Riot says. His jaw ticks. His voice cracks, just a little. “You think I don’t feel you burn

me?”

shakes. I press my forehead to

want-”

“You want to live.”

guts me. My wolf hums,

claw harder at my skin.

a net I can’t crawl out of. I scrape

His head tilts. “What?”

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

had a conclusion. Of course Riot was always close. Of course he wanted to train me, wanted his hands

see it. I didn’t want to see it.

tell me

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

I flinch. “Liar.”

doesn’t blink. “I felt

My voice splinters.

“During your first heat.”

“You could’ve told me.”

wouldn’t have listened.” Riot’s voice stays tight, but the edges are

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I shove off the floor, staggering to my feet. My legs tremble, but I keep going, bracing against the wall

could’ve told me before I built my whole life around

Before I loved him.

Before I picked him.

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voice slicing through me.

“Because he was

breathing sharpens. I can see his restraint snapping, his

you if you really

kind of slut now?”

Crack.

hand flies before I can think. Before

sharp across his face, the sound snapping through the

head jerks to the

trembling, heat and shame crashing through me all at

doesn’t move. He stays there, breathing hard,

my ribs squeezing so tight

Riot

what I do

make you feel.” Riot stalks toward me, slow,

toward me while your mouth still sobs for

That’s not true.

He’s bluffing.

up!” I shove him hard, but he absorbs it like stone, like he’s not moving

you leaned into me when I caught

“Stop talking–shut up-‘

can smell how fucking, wet you are for me right

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