His Trouble Maker

Chapter 93

JESSICA

It’s been three days.

Or four.

Of the worst.

I don’t keep count anymore. Riot made sure of that.

All I know is I need to get out of here. I need to get to him.

I don’t know where they’re keeping Grayson. I don’t know if he’s alive. I don’t know if I’d be able to feel it if he wasn’t.

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He’s not my mate. But there’s a reason he could always hear me. And I think it’s the same reason I can still feel him now-

barely, barely there- like a thread stretched so thin it could snap.

I press my palm to my chest. I squeeze until it hurts. Until I feel that tiny pulse of something. Of him.

Grayson’s still fighting. Which means I have to, too. I don’t care if I die. But I care if I die before I see him one more time. Before I tear Riot’s throat out with my bare hands.

My wolf is losing its patience too. It’s the heat. It’s starting. I bite my fist to keep from sobbing. I can’t–I can’t let Riot see me like this. I can’t let him smell it.

But it’s too late.

The door creaks.

I jerk upright, heart slamming, breath ragged. My nails dig into the cold stone at my sides, scrambling for the brick I’ve been hiding.

“Well, well, well…” he purrs, dragging his knuckles along the wall as he strolls in like he owns me. “Someone’s finally warming up.”

My stomach flips. My wolf yelps, desperate, frantic.

“Get out,” I rasp, shoving the words out between clenched teeth.

But my scent betrays me. I can smell it. Fuck–I know he can smell it.

Riot tilts his head, eyes glittering. “You’re sweet today.”

“I’ll kill you,” I snap, curling tighter, trying to pull the stench of me back into my skin.

He comes closer. Drops to a crouch, eyes sliding over me like he’s already won. “You can kill me later, pretty. Right now…” His nostrils flare, his smile twisting. “Your body’s saying something else.”

I shove my fist against my mouth, biting harder until I taste copper.

“You’re calling for him, aren’t you?” lot whispers. “Your precious Alpha. He’s clawing at his chains just to get to you. I bet you’re burning up for him.”

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His voice drops, velvet and venom. “Poor little thing. Does it hurt? Does it ache? Do you miss the way he touches you?”

I whimper.

“Please…” I choke. I don’t even know who I’m begging. “Please, 1–I need-”

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“Oh, I know what you need.” Riot’s hand grips my throat, tilting my head back until I’m forced to meet his eyes. “But see, I’m not in the business of giving bitches what they beg for.”

I claw at his wrist, but I’m weak, the heat softening me from the inside, turning me into something pliable, something breakable.

I’m drowning in the pull, in the ache, in the fucking bond that shouldn’t exist.

Grayson.

Where are you?

My wolf screams his name.

And maybe I think–1 feel something, scream back.

his nose along my jaw, inhaling like I’m

drag him here,” he murmurs. “Make you watch while I break him. Or maybe-” his tongue flicks over his teeth –“maybe you’ll beg me to help

into his nose

Bone cracks.

with a growl, blood spilling from his

the brick. Launch myself

twists it back hard enough to make me yelp. The

don’t stop

I can’t.

out there.

burn this whole fucking pack to the ground before I let Riot lay another hand

me?” Riot snarls, dragging me to my knees

nails down his forearm until I feel skin split. “You can kill me. But I’ll fucking maul

his other hand catching my jaw, squeezing until my teeth grind together. I tried to pull away but he shoved me into the ground before I could do anything to hurt

squirming,” Riot growls, pressing his palm against the back of my skull,

make it worse.”

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Fuck you.

snap his fingers off if he comes close enough. But he just leans in, low and brutal against my ear.

I freeze.

open. I hear the footsteps–light, quick,

head but

commands, cold, sharp, decisive. “It’s the full moon

side of

want to finally claim

My stomach flips.

snarls, writhes, thrashes–but I know the sound that tears out

No. No. No. No.

won’t–I

boots scraping backward. I twist to

grins down at me like I’m already

the Omegas over his shoulder. “I want her

on the tremble I can’t stop. “And make sure she’s soft enough to

The door slams shut.

Silence.

feel hands

thrashing instinctively, but there’s too many. One grabs my arm. Another fists the back of my

me-“I twist, snarl, slam my elbow backward–one lets out a

my feet, my legs buckling, muscles too fried from Riot’s grip,

Omegas shove me forward, marching me out of the stone room, my bare feet scraping against the rough floor. I plant my heels, I drag, but they

I rasp. “I’ll kill

across the face.

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of my hair, yanking me along. “You’ll walk

blood onto the floor and

walk for him.

wolf–it’s

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worse. Sharp and brutal, crawling under my skin, making me ache for something I hate. I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste metal. No.

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narrow halls, down crumbling stairs, into a room that smells like lavender

me into a

I thrash.

They hold me down.

kick. I claw. I

they scrub me anyway. They clean the blood, the dirt, the sweat. They brush my hair until it gleams. They dress me like I’m some fucking prize–soft, sheer

on the growl tearing

is pacing,

But not for Riot.

For him.

Grayson, please–please–find me.

I rasp, shoving weakly at the hands that won’t stop touching me,

into place, tug the golden ties tight around my waist, press soft slippers onto my

on my wrists and throat. Something floral.

My stomach twists violently.

making me smell

chin up, forcing me

curl in a smirk. “You’ll be perfect for him now” She pats my cheek like I’m some house pet. “Soft enough to beg, just like