His Trouble Maker

Chapter 111

Chapter 111

GRAYSON

“Another hour?” I murmur. “Or are we doing the full twenty four again, sweetheart?”

I don’t think I can do this for another twenty hours again.

Pierce is gone. Vanished without a sound, without a scent, without the decency to bleed first. If he’s smart, he won’t come back. If he’s back through that treeline and say something sideways about how this is my fault–and I’ll gut him like a pig in front of the grade and Awe the

blink.

I don’t know what his fucking problem is. Is the pack more important than his sister? But who am I to judge, right? It’s not like I made good

I’ve failed her more times than I can count. Let her burn alone. Let her bleed out. Let her beg. And I still had the fucking audacity to force

“I should follow Pierce,” Theo said, breathing too loud. I want to cut his throat just to shut him up.

I turn my head slow. Real slow. My jaw clicks. “The fuck did you just say?”

Theo backs a step, but not far enough. “I just–I meant maybe Pierce had a point. We should do something about the pack-“.

“Say that again,” I snarl, stepping toward him. “Say it again. Say Pierce had a point and I swear to every god in this cursed bloodline, I will mount your fucking spine on the door.”

“She’s not waking up, man-”

My hand’s around his throat before the last word even leaves his mouth. I slam him into the wall so hard the frame rattles.

“She’s not gone,” I grit out, fangs bared, claws digging into his skin. “You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to fucking speak about her like she’s already dead.”

He chokes on air, eyes wide. “Damn. How far did you go off–reservation, Alpha?” he rasps. “I didn’t say she’s dying. You have to get your head-”

I slam him into the wall again. Harder.

“Say one more fucking word,” I snarl, voice low and shaking. “Go ahead. Finish that sentence. See what happens.”

“You keep spiraling like this, you’re gonna lose more than her.”

My grip tightens, claws breaking skin, blood welling at his throat. He winces but keeps going.

“You think this is strength?” he spits. “This isn’t you protecting her. This is you giving up with your claws out.”

low, vibrating out

you’ve snapped. The other half are waiting

“I’ll kill them first.”

“Exactly.”

I freeze.

raw, eyes

own, Destroy the pack she bled for. Burn

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Chapter 111

My hands shake

even dead,” I

she wakes up and finds ash and bodies and no one left standing–you think

My breath hitches.

this. Not the pack breaking from the Then get your head straight.

He swallows hard.

lose her either

Theo is

of me. Wouldn’t want my hands stained with our own. Wouldn’t want to

me a brute. A bastard.

And she’d be right.

mutters behind me, voice still hoarse, neck bruised. “Do you really think Riot

One more twitch. That’s all I need. One

rip out his own

You just handed

snap my head toward him. “I didn’t

call locking yourself in this room while the rest of the pack turns feral from the

call it not giving a fuck about

say whatever he wants. Riot can play king. The

up,

“Riot’s not leading. He’s controlling. There’s a difference, he’s keeping -the pack in line with fear,

like the same

something to protect. Riot rules

do?” I snap, the words tearing out of my throat. “Risk

Silence.

for the longest time,

fall to my

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