His Trouble Maker

Chapter 86

JESSICA

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“You’re out of your fucking mind,” I whisper, but it doesn’t sound like me. It sounds like someone else a girl I don’t recognize, one who thought she knew the limits of what he’d sacrifice.

But clearly, I didn’t.

A dry, bitter laugh claws its way out of my throat. I pace. No–I spiral. Across the room, back again. I run a hand through my hair, tug too hard at the roots, because the pressure keeps me from screaming. “You didn’t. You didn’t do that. Tell me you didn’t just–tell me you didn’t give it to Riot. Riot, Grayson? Are you even hearing yourself?”

He looks at me then. Really looks. And it’s worse than if he’d ignored me. Because he’s calm. He’s heartbreakingly calm. Like this isn’t the end of everything. Like he hasn’t just stripped himself of the only thing that’s ever anchored him.

My stomach turns. The bile builds slow, bitter, hot. I press a fist to it. “No. No, you don’t get to do this. You don’t get to give up being Alpha and call that love. That’s not how this works.”

Grayson says nothing. He’s just standing there watching me with his bored expression.

Damn him. I cannot believe–I cannot believe he’s looking at me like this is fine.

“Say something,” I spit, voice rising. “Don’t you dare just stand there like you haven’t set fire to the only thing that ever made sense in your life. Say something, Grayson.”

He finally stands.

And god, he’s still every inch the Alpha, even without the title. Broad shoulders. Steady stare. Voice low and clear as he says, “I’m not erasing it. I’m choosing you.”

I shake my head too fast. It rattles something loose in me.

“No,” I say, barely above a whisper. “You don’t get to choose me like that. You don’t get to throw yourself into a freefail and expect me to catch you. I never asked for this. I never asked you to give up who you are.”

The tears come fast, hot, and I wipe at them angrily. Like if I smear them across my cheeks fast enough, they won’t count.

“You don’t love me,” I say, and I hate how broken it sounds. “We had a plan.”

Grayson takes a step forward.

I step back.

And it keeps going like that–him advancing, me retreating until my shoulder blades kiss the cold wall and he’s close enough that

I can feel the heat radiating off him, simmering beneath the calm he wears like armor

He doesn’t touch me. That might’ve hurt less.

he says, voice quieter now, more human than I can stand “But

pretend it’s fate. You didn’t choose

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shove at his chest, and he lets

And the way he just absorbed

him like it wasn’t your entire life. Like it wasn’t the last thing your father gave you.

Still, he said nothing.

I couldn’t take

something solid beneath my fingers, but even then, it felt like the ground was shifting, like everything I’d built in my head was crumbling in slow motion and there was

don’t get to torch the future we planned and then stand there and ask

my name.

didn’t turn. I

the sound of it–the way he said it like a prayer, like it was the only word he still believed in–broke something I didn’t know was still

now, my back still to him. “Don’t you dare just stand there like

heat of him behind me before

said quietly. “I’m

can’t measure. Not in pounds or distance or time. They landed in my lungs

air right out of

turned around slowly, heart in my throat, and looked at him–really

Because he looked destroyed.

I knew him too well not to. It was in the way his shoulders didn’t square up the way they used to, in the way his eyes didn’t hold that

first time, it didn’t sound controlled. It sounded

“I know,” he said.

he dropped his

small gesture–barely a tilt

Know what?

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Chapter 86

know what it looks like. I know it doesn’t make sense to anyone else… maybe not even to you. But it makes

jaw clenched once, hard, like

mattered more than you. Because every time I walked into that war room, every time I stood in front of them and

his head, once, hard, like he hated

slowly becoming someone you wouldn’t recognize. Someone who

know if I

vast and unforgiving, like this was the last

step toward me, then another, slower now, like he was afraid if he

dressed as a legacy. A throne built on rules I didn’t write. And the longer I held it, the more it started to feel like I was trying to become someone just to earn the

realized how badly I needed him to say that–not just that he loved me, but that I had always been the