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.”

it comes out broken, shock rotting

not jump into

To who? My vision blurs at the edges, sweat rolling down my back, breath catching so

his name, barely more than a rasp. My hand fists at my side, nails biting skin. “What the fuck is he talking

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heaves, veins standing out at his neck, jaw so tight

No.

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is

thoughts snarl over each other, messy,

crawl under my skin, never felt that bone–deep snap they all fucking talk

It couldn’t be-

fist

It couldn’t be him.

It couldn’t be Riot.

claws raking my insides,

he says, voice low,

snagging, chest squeezing so tight I can’t pull in air. His thumb drags over my skin, slow, desperate, like he’s trying

me.

now, heat of his body

Fuck, I

Jess.”

heat crowds my side, bigger, heavier, wolf coiled just under his skin but I don’t his touch. I can feel my

“Jessica!”

force my head up–vision shaking,

And there he is.

in red–Alpha burn glowing molten under his skin. Rage and fear snarling together,

is happening to

I feel

my arm, rough heat burning through cloth and skin and bone. “Breathe with me,

claws at

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

Grayson bites out, words so low and ruined it scrapes across

mine, breath

down the cut of his throat,