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.

brushing his nose along my

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

forehead into his

Bone cracks.

growl, blood spilling from

brick.

wrist, twists it back hard enough to

I don’t stop

I can’t.

there.

ground before I let Riot lay another hand

snarls, dragging me to my knees by my hair. “In

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

until my teeth grind together. I tried to

against the back of my

make it worse.”

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Fuck you.

shove, I bite at the air like I can snap his fingers off if he comes close enough. But he just leans in, low and

I freeze.

I hear

head but Riot’s weight keeps me

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

side of my throat–a mockery

to

My stomach flips.

I know the sound that tears out of me is a

No. No. No. No.

won’t–I won’t let

twist to look up, panting,

grins down at me like

up,” he tosses to the Omegas over his shoulder. “I want her glowing

gaze drags over me, lingering on the tremble I

The door slams shut.

Silence.

hands

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

slam my elbow backward–one lets out a pained

feet, my legs buckling, muscles too fried from Riot’s grip, from days without shifting, from the

feet scraping against the rough floor. I plant my heels, I drag,

rasp. “I’ll kill

of them cuffs me across the face. Sharp. Quick Enough to

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my hair, yanking me along.

onto the

walk for

my wolf–it’s

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under my skin, making me ache for something I hate. I bite the inside

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

shove me into a tub of

I thrash.

They hold me down.

claw. I curse until my throat

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 fabric, white, laced with gold. Like a fucking

choke on the growl tearing

wolf is pacing,

But not for Riot.

For him.

Grayson, please–please–find me.

that won’t stop touching me, won’t stop fixing me,

golden ties tight around my waist,

smear something sweet on my wrists and throat.

My stomach twists violently.

making me

Omega yanks my chin up, forcing me

be perfect for him now” She pats my cheek like I’m some house pet. “Soft enough

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