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.

brushing his nose along my jaw, inhaling like

break him. Or maybe-” his tongue flicks over his teeth

slam my forehead into his nose with

Bone cracks.

a growl, blood spilling from

scramble. Grab the brick.

enough to make me yelp. The brick

I don’t stop

I can’t.

there. Grayson’s

to the ground before I let

me to my knees

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

I tried to pull away but he shoved

back of my skull, grinding

make it worse.”

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Fuck you.

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

I freeze.

I hear

try to lift my head

sharp, decisive.

thumb brushes the side of my throat–a mockery of something

to finally claim

My stomach flips.

thrashes–but I know the sound that tears out of me is

No. No. No. No.

can’t–I won’t–I

his boots scraping backward. I twist to look

like I’m already wearing

he tosses to the Omegas over

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

The door slams shut.

Silence.

hands on

many. One grabs my arm. Another fists the back of my shirt. Another pins my ankle. Small hands, quick and efficient, but still

fucking touch me-“I twist, snarl, slam my elbow backward–one lets

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

out of the stone room, my bare feet scraping against

go,” I rasp. “I’ll kill you

me across the face. Sharp. Quick Enough to

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the Omega snaps, grabbing a fistful of my hair, yanking me

blood onto the

will never walk

wolf–it’s betraying

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

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stairs, into a room that smells like lavender and polished stone–a room that shouldn’t belong here, not in

shove me into a tub

I thrash.

They hold me down.

I

the dirt, the sweat. They brush my hair until it gleams. They dress me like I’m some fucking prize–soft, sheer fabric, white, laced with gold.

growl tearing through my

is

But not for Riot.

For him.

Grayson, please–please–find me.

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

golden ties tight around

sweet on my wrists and

My stomach twists violently.

making me

up, forcing me to look at

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