His Trouble Maker

Chapter 92

Chapter 92

GRAYSON

The wolfsbane gums up my veins, thick and slow. Keeps my wolf sedated. Keeps me pinned. But not gone. Never gone.

I push against the weight dragging me under.

I’ve taken worse.

I’ve survived worse.

Jessica.

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I grit my teeth. Pull harder. Taste blood. Where is she?

“Hey there, handsome.”

The wolfsbane spikes again. But I know that voice. “Aria.”

“Miss me?”

I don’t look away. I don’t flinch. I keep my gaze locked on her, steady and sharp, like I’m measuring exactly how long it would take to tear her apart.

And for a full sixty seconds, I do nothing but think about it. All the ways I should’ve killed her before. All the times I hesitated. All the exits I let her walk through. All the moments I let her slip past me, convincing myself I had bigger enemies to chase.

I didn’t. It was always her. Always the snake waiting in the grass, waiting for me to get comfortable, to get soft.

I curl my fingers into fists, chains biting deeper, heat flaring where the silver cuts clean to bone. But I keep pulling. Just enough for her to hear the metal strain. Just enough to let her know I’m still fucking here.

“I always knew you were a snake, Aria.” I drag the words slowly, let them scrape out of me like a promise, like I’ve already decided how this ends.

Her smile twitches, sharp and sweet like poisoned honey. “Oh, Grayson,” she hums, pacing closer. “That’s the problem with you. You knew. And you still kept me around.”

I roll my jaw, tasting blood. “That’s on me,” I admit, voice low, steady. “I should’ve crushed you the second you slithered too close.”

Her boots tap against the stone floor, lazy, circling me like I’m some caged animal. She leans down, close enough for me to smell the sickly sweet perfume she always wears. Close enough I can feel the heat of her breath on my neck.

“You think you would’ve won?” she purrs. “You think you could’ve stopped me?”

the chains rattle. Feel skin tear, silver

to her, cold and hard, “you’ve got no idea

with

Theo. Aria. Riot.

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you could outrun this, huh?” Riot circles me like he’s choosing where to carve

silver hisses as Llunge–chains snapping taut, wrists

kill you!” I

rattle so violently the sound bounces

chest and snap every rib one by one. I want to carve his heart out while

Riot tilts his head as if he’s savoring my fury.” I suddenly remember how Jess

little growls. Same way she fights when my hands are

I jerk violently.

she’s losing,” Riot hums. “You should see

grinding on stone. I won’t stop. I yank. I twist. I want

near my ear. “Even when she

Miss by an inch. My teeth snap in the air where his throat should’ve been. He

“Oh? Gonna bite me?”

going to rip your throat out,” I growl, breath shuddering, spit mixing with blood as I jerk the chain again, again, again. “And I’ll make you watch while I feed it to the

apart. Because after we’re done

flicks to Aria.

smirks. Fucking

hands slide to her hips. She drags her panties down in one slow, filthy pull and tosses them at my feet like she’s

forward, Chains scream. Blood pours hot down my arms, silver biting to the bone, My knees skid through it, ribs cracking

slow, slicing over raw skin. “I’m

Fucking die.

my jaw,

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