His Trouble Maker

Chapter 114

JESSICA

“You feel so good, Jess. You taste so fucking good, baby.”

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a whimper and rolled into the bed, reaching beside me only to find it empty. Goddess. What time is it?

My head pounds as I blink up at the ceiling.

I think I hurt my head. Or maybe I’m still dreaming. Or maybe I’ve just been having those nightmares all over again.

I sit up slowly, washing my face with dry hands. It’s so fucked up to even think about that. What happened in that cell haunts me till now, I told Grayson about it, but telling him didn’t do anything to erase the pain. Sure, it lessened my guilt, but it never erased anything.

Nothing.

And just like that, I find myself staring at myself again. This is not me anymore. I’m so far from the Jessica Wilkinson that I have known and I don’t know how to make her come back. I don’t know if I can even do that.

Nothing will erase those painful memories….and yet, we’re still doing nothing.

Nothing! We’re just here. Sitting. Sleeping. Cooking fucking breakfast like the world didn’t fall apart three days ago.

What the fuck are we doing?

I’m tired too.

Tired of pretending I’m okay just because I’m back. Tired of Grayson acting like sleep will fix me. Sleep won’t even fix a broken heart. How can it fix a broken Luna?

I took more minutes preparing myself before I found Grayson cooking breakfast for us.

I stood there for a second. Just watching him.

Do you know what’s crazy about all of this?

This used to be my dream.

I used to dream of waking up in Grayson’s white big shirt, then finding him cooking breakfast for me. I dreamt of sleepy kisses, his arms sliding around my waist, him putting me up on the countertop just to kiss me again. I dreamt of him whispering that I’m his girl, his Luna, the love of his life, forever.

I used to want this so bad it hurt.

But now? Now I stand here, wearing that shirt, watching him flip eggs in that pan, and it doesn’t feel like a dream.

It feels like a nightmare.

“Loving the view, baby?”

my head like I’m fine. Like I’m just some flirty girlfriend watching her mate cook half–naked

kitchen.

planning to feed me

“Still not

Tss. Arrogant bastard.

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slow. When I got there, I didn’t stop myself. I just moved. Just let my arms slide around. his waist and pressed

feel him smile. His hand finds mine, fingers curling slow, thumb brushing my

“Morning, baby,” he murmurs.

nod against

breathe too loud. Just stay here. Just hold on.

for a second, this almost

and I see that

so fucking good,

pull away before he notices. Turn fast, like I’m grabbing something from the

okay?” he asks,

“Fine,” Ilie.

more word, I think I’ll shatter. It took me a few seconds to compose myself before I divert the topic. It’s not like he can read my

voice too light, too casual.

not dumb. But

think he’s patrolling the ridge line again,” he says,

braver.”

Of course.

breaking, the world

I ask, sliding into a chair. “Did you talk

that. But he is his Beta. And right now, Grayson can’t afford

Theo is useful

exhales slowly. “He’s

“I’m not surprised.”

“He’s also scared.”

makes me pause. “Scared?” techo, voice flatter than

“Of losing you again.”

a beat, pushing my food around the plate.

his head, one brow arching like he’s trying not to smite but fails anyway. “Yeah,”

that like it’s not

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counter now, arms crossed, eyes dragging

before he can stop it. I roll my eyes, but I can’t fight the way my lips tug up. “Stop flirting with

being so

“Tss. Pervert.”

And I know I’m pushing my luck here but we have to have this conversation, “Did you and Pierce talk?” i ask,

back stiffens almost immediately. “We’re fine,” he says