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

Pin her. Hard.

aimed for my jaw, and it connects. My head snaps sideways, and I taste

mocking. “You getting soft,

up,”

free. Her body slams into mine again, faster this time, teeth gritted, every inch of her vibrating with anger. Not at me. Not

And I let her.

to feel something that’ll fight

already cocky. “This your plan? Let her beat

Blood down my chin, shirt ripped.

thanks,” I say. “She needs someone who won’t fucking leave her when the bond turns her

Theo snaps. “Not another

when I lose

him. “Say that

He does.

of

Just once. And it’s enough to

two done measuring your dicks or do I need to castrate you

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his lip.

at me like

“Then don’t get in my fucking

She hits.

Hard.

She moves fast–wild, reckless -throwing every ounce of fury into the swing like I’m the one who abandoned her. Like I’m the brother who ruined her

her wrist.

circling, breath short,

And then-

She charges.

I brace too late.

her weight slamming into me. She’s straddling my hips, fists raised, hair sticking

“Say it,” she snarls.

grip her thighs, dig my

you think

I shove up.

forearm to her

I’d let her.

don’t think you’re weak,” I grit out, jaw throbbing. “I think

Her eyes flare.

he gets the chance to kill you

in my

I blink.

Then smile.

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

She goes still.

Just for a second.

she slams her forehead

eyes.

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such a fucking asshole,”

fire back, not caring how much

on my chest before I can finish breathing

“Fuck you, Grayson.”

“I’m right.”

doesn’t let up. “Even when you’re bleeding, even when you’re wrong, even when you’ve got no goddamn

grip tightens on her arms–enough to still her, not enough to hurt. “You don’t get to lecture me on

still under me. “Let

“No.”

“Let me-”

sharp whistle cuts the

Theo.

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

the whole forest?”

her head toward him like she could rip it off

swear to god,

Pierce cuts in, stepping forward, dragging a hand through his

me. Hard. “Get

I do.

seconds from either snapping or snapping her back into place, and neither’s a

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