His Trouble Maker

Chapter 101

JESSICA

The table’s too fucking small for four of us. Pierce’s elbow keeps brushing mine, and every time it does my wolf twitches, half wanting to snap at him, half wanting to lean in.

The stew’s hot enough to burn my tongue but I keep eating anyway. Better to feel something than sit here counting the ways we’re all fucked. Theo’s across from me, spoon clinking slow, lazy, eyes on me like he’s picturing shit he used to threaten me with

Pierce clears his throat. “Eat,” he mutters, low, almost a growl. He was the one who suggested we all try to breathe the same air. “I cooked for everyone. Now, I want all of you to give me atleast a little amount of peace.”

“Miss the good old days, Jess?” he murmurs, voice soft enough the other two almost don’t catch it.

My spoon clatters against the bowl.

Grayson’s head snaps up. His jaw flexes like he wants to put Theo through the fucking wall.

“Shut your mouth,” Pierce grates, voice so cold it makes the hair on my neck lift.

I breathe out slow.

This is really not a good idea.

Theo leans back, wood creaking under him, still smiling that ugly little smile. “We’re all rogues now, sweetheart,” he says softly, like it’s a love song.

“Doesn’t matter who fucked who over, does it?”

My wolf snarls so loud in my head it makes my ears ring. One second I’m across the table–next, I’m on him. My hand fists his collar, slams him into the

wall so hard the beams shudder.

“You think I forgot what you fucking did?” I spit the words, voice shaking, breath coming ragged, chest heaving so hard it hurts. “Let’s kill him,” I said, looking at Grayson who had that same forlorn look on his face.

Theo’s grin twitches. Then it dies. His nostrils flare, eyes flicker down my neck, then snap to Grayson, sharp and vicious. “You fucking idiot,” Theo breathes, voice gone hoarse. His gaze cuts between us, wild, something ugly crawling across his face. “You imprinted her?”

Grayson’s snarl rips the air. “What the fuck did you just say?” His chest heaves, shoulders bunch, veins tight at his neck like he’s two seconds from breaking Theo’s jaw.

“I can smell it, Grayson,” he spits, words sharp as claws. “Your fucking claim–half–formed, crawling all over her skin. Don’t fucking lie to me.”

My wolf lunges against my ribs, snarl ripping my throat raw–But it curdles halfway up, claws snagging on something cold and ugly in my chest. “I’m what?” I rasp, voice cracking on the edges.

Grayson’s eyes cut to me–wide, dark, wrong kind of fear twisting there. “I didn’t fucking do it,” he snarls, voice shaking, rough, like it hurts to even say it.. “Jess, I swear to fucking god–I didn’t imprint you!!

“Then who the fuck did, Alpha?” he rasps, eyes flicking between us, hungry for the ruin. “Because from where I am standing she’s imprinted.”

out broken, shock rotting

let’s not jump

To who? My vision blurs at the

more than a rasp. My hand fists at my side, nails biting skin. “What the fuck

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out at his neck, jaw so tight

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is fucking

each other, messy, ugly, tripping

mark crawl under my skin, never felt that bone–deep

It couldn’t be-

fist in the gut–hot,

It couldn’t be him.

It couldn’t be Riot.

raking my insides, a vicious, terrified snarl

hand catches my arm–hot, rough, grounding. “Jess,” he says, voice low, shaking, like he’s trying to pull

jerk at the contact, breath snagging, chest squeezing so tight I can’t pull in air. His thumb drags over

me.

now, heat of his body pressing into my side.

Fuck, I

Jess.”

under his skin but I don’t his touch. I can

“Jessica!”

head up–vision shaking, sweat stinging my

And there he is.

in red–Alpha burn glowing molten under his skin. Rage and fear snarling together, wolf so close it’s leaking through every ragged

what is happening to

nails bite so deep into my palm I feel skin break, wet warmth spreading

arm, rough heat burning through cloth and skin and bone. “Breathe with me, Jess,” he rasps, voice frayed, eyes locked on mine like he’s drowning too. “In–out–fuck,

claws at my insides, half–crazed,

snap at him. Wants to curl up in his heat. Wants to tear out her own goddamn heart to see

baby,” Grayson bites out, words so low and ruined it scrapes

forehead almost touches mine, breath hot, chest

his throat, pulse hammering so