His Trouble Maker

Chapter 115

Chapter 115

GRAYSON

I don’t think she’s hearing a single word she says.

It’s like Jess is speaking from somewhere ten feet behind her chest–sharp, certain, the kind of certainty only stubborn people or martyrs ever get. Her jaw’s locked, lips barely moving as she spits the words. Every sentence is a knife. Every breath, loaded.

She’s not asking.

She’s already decided.

And that’s the part that fucking kills me.

Because I know where this goes. I’ve seen it before–in my brother, in the ones who thought they were stronger than fate. You make war against your blood, and it doesn’t end clean. Doesn’t end with a crown or a funeral pyre. Ends with you standing over someone you used to love, and not knowing

who you are anymore.

Jess doesn’t get that yet.

She thinks the fire in her chest is enough to carry her through. That being right is enough to make her safe.

But I’ve been to the other side of right.

I’ve seen what it turns you into.

And still–still–I can’t look away.

She stands there, storm–eyed and half–wild, chin up like she’s daring me to stop her, and all I want is to grab her, shove her against the wall, and kiss that

furious mouth until it softens. Until she remembers we’re not enemies.

That I’m not him.

But I don’t move.

I just breathe her in. Blood, dirt, salt, magic. The tremble in her left hand she doesn’t think I see. The crack in her voice she doesn’t admit.

She’s already gone.

Walking into war like it’s her birthright, like she wasn’t made to be held, loved, saved,

Jess meets my eyes like a challenge.

And 1–God help me—I nod,

Because I won’t break her,

Even if she breaks herself.

Even if it’s me she shatters on the way.

If she’ll ask me about my plan, I’ll tell her the truth.

That I dream every night of knotting inside her–deep, final, brutal–marking her until she’s mine and no one else’s. That I wake with her name in my mouth and the ache still in my chest. That I’d rather be her fucking pet than an alpha without her.

I’ve already reduced myself to her lover.

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And I don’t regret it.

It’s the only thing that still feels holy.

But she won’t ask me.

She doesn’t care about plans. Not mine, not hers. Not anymore.

She’s here to bleed.

We’re all in the woods now–cleared space surrounded by black pines, the ground uneven, moss slick underfoot. No rules, no titles. Just sweat and rage and fists.

Jessica’s breathing hard across from me, shoulders glinting with sweat, shirt clinging to her back like a second skin. Her lip’s split. Her knuckles red. And she’s still fucking going.

“Come on, then,” she spits, circling me like I’m prey.

“Don’t,” I growl. “You’re tired. Your form’s shit.”

“Afraid I’ll win?”

before she can

Pin her. Hard.

thing, elbow aimed for my jaw, and it connects. My

me–sharp, mocking. “You getting

up,”

body slams into mine again, faster this time, teeth gritted, every inch of her vibrating with anger. Not at me. Not really. But I’m the

And I let her.

to feel something that’ll fight

Let her beat you to shit and

down my chin, shirt

who won’t fucking leave her when

Theo snaps. “Not

I

shove him.

He does.

of

And it’s

done measuring your

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blood from his

Fine. But don’t look at me like I’m the enemy when

flick. “Then don’t get in my

She hits.

Hard.

barely block the next one. My ribs absorb the blow. She moves fast–wild, reckless -throwing every ounce of fury into the

her wrist. She twists

circling, breath

And then-

She charges.

I brace too late.

into me. She’s straddling my hips, fists raised,

“Say it,” she snarls.

grip her thighs, dig my fingers in. “Say

think

I shove up.

roll–twist–grass grinding into our skin. I’ve got her under me now, forearm to her throat, legs pinning

I’d let her.

weak,” I grit out, jaw throbbing. “I

Her eyes flare.

I think you want to die before he gets

spits in

I blink.

Then smile.

kiss you for that,” I mutter, voice low,

She goes still.

Just for a second.

she slams her

burst behind my eyes. Blood on

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asshole,” she hisses, breath

fire back, not caring how much

lands on my chest before I can finish breathing it. Hard. Bone

“Fuck you, Grayson.”

“I’m right.”

on it, but she doesn’t let up. “Even when you’re bleeding, even when you’re wrong, even when you’ve

not enough to

still under me. “Let me

“No.”

“Let me-”

whistle cuts

Theo.

a smug grin. “You two done dry–humping each other into a therapy bill,

the whole forest?”

like she

to

his hair like he’s about to lose it. “That’s enough,

at me. Hard. “Get

I do.

rage and I’m two seconds from either snapping or snapping her back into

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