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.

in, brushing his nose along my jaw, inhaling like I’m

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 you through your heat

into his nose

Bone cracks.

growl, blood spilling

Grab the brick. Launch

wrist, twists it back hard enough to make me yelp. The brick

don’t

I can’t.

out there.

fucking pack to the ground

me to my knees by my hair. “In your

don’t care,” I pant, yanking against him, dragging my nails down his forearm until I feel skin split. “You

tightens in my hair, his other hand catching my jaw, squeezing until my teeth grind together. I tried to pull away but he shoved

pressing his palm against the back of my skull, grinding my face harder into

make it worse.”

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Fuck you.

bite at the air 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 to him,” he whispers. “Not tonight.” His fingers tangle

I freeze.

door creaks open. I hear the footsteps–light, quick, deliberate.

my head but

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

side of my throat–a

want to

My stomach flips.

thrashes–but I know the sound that tears out

No. No. No. No.

won’t–I

scraping backward. I twist to look up, panting,

me like I’m already

to the Omegas over his shoulder.

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

The door slams shut.

Silence.

feel hands

Another fists the back of my shirt. Another pins

my elbow backward–one lets out a pained

me to my feet, my legs buckling, muscles too fried from Riot’s grip, from days without shifting, from the gnawing heat that won’t let

of the stone room, my bare feet scraping against the rough floor. I plant

“I’ll kill

the face. Sharp. Quick Enough to make my

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

spit blood onto the floor and keep

walk

wolf–it’s

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skin, making me ache for something I hate. I bite the inside of my cheek until

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down crumbling stairs, into a room that smells like

a

I thrash.

They hold me down.

I claw. I curse until my throat

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

on the growl tearing through

is pacing, whimpering.

But not for Riot.

For him.

Grayson, please–please–find me.

won’t stop touching me,

ties tight around my waist, press soft slippers

my wrists and throat.

My stomach twists violently.

making me

chin up, forcing me to look

She pats my cheek like I’m some house pet. “Soft enough to