His Trouble Maker

Chapter 93

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.

along

should 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

his nose with everything I have

Bone cracks.

growl,

Grab the brick. Launch myself

back hard enough to make me yelp.

don’t stop

I can’t.

there.

ground before I let Riot lay another hand on

dragging me to my knees by my hair.

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

teeth grind together. I tried to pull away

Riot growls, pressing his palm against the back of my skull, grinding my face

make it worse.”

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Fuck you.

like I can snap his fingers off if he comes close enough. But he just leans in, low and brutal against my ear. “You’re not going

I freeze.

open. I hear the footsteps–light, quick,

head but Riot’s weight keeps

her well,” he commands, cold, sharp, decisive. “It’s the

side of my throat–a

to

My stomach flips.

sound that

No. No. No. No.

won’t–I won’t

vanishes, his boots scraping backward. I twist to look up,

at me like I’m

the Omegas over

drags over me, lingering on the tremble I can’t stop. “And make sure she’s soft enough

The door slams shut.

Silence.

feel hands on

jolt, thrashing instinctively, but there’s too many. One grabs my arm. Another fists the back of my shirt. Another pins my ankle. Small hands, quick and efficient, but still

snarl, slam my elbow backward–one lets out a pained grunt but

muscles too fried from Riot’s grip, from days without shifting,

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

go,” I rasp. “I’ll kill you I’ll rip

of them cuffs me across the face. Sharp. Quick

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Omega snaps, grabbing a fistful of my hair, yanking me along. “You’ll walk or we’ll carry

onto the floor and

walk for him.

my wolf–it’s

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for something I hate. I bite the inside of my cheek

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room that smells

me into a

I thrash.

They hold me down.

claw. I curse until

they scrub me anyway. They clean the blood, the dirt, the sweat. They brush my hair until it

choke on the growl tearing

is pacing, whimpering.

But not for Riot.

For him.

Grayson, please–please–find me.

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

yank the dress into place, tug the golden ties tight around my waist,

sweet on my wrists and throat.

My stomach twists violently.

me

Omega yanks my chin up, forcing me to look

curl in a smirk. “You’ll be perfect for him now” She pats my

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