His Trouble Maker

Chapter 120

GRAYSON

I don’t fucking know what I’ll do anymore.

Fuck it.

have run through the woods for almost ten times now but I still get my head intact as to what i should do next to recover from this

mess.

Pierce is right.

Whatever is happening is partly my fault. I trusted her too much when I knew she had rogue blood in her. It’s a ticking bomb for everything that happened ‘till this day.

Somehow, it’s been weeks of trouble and I have no fucking clue what kind of god I’ll pray on to surpass this.

Should I just let Riot have the pack?

I should just leave the village under his regime and run away with Jess. I can make her safe and mine. I’ll seek for whatever healer

there is to find a cure to whatever is in her.

But even that sounds like a fucking fantasy. Jess doesn’t want to be kept. She doesn’t want soft hands and safe houses. She wants blood on her tongue and chains she can break through. She wants war in her belly.

She wants to burn, and I keep trying to build her a cage made of calm.

I’m a fucking idiot.

My boots hit the dirt again, and I push harder, faster, like if I run fast enough the past week will rewind and I’ll catch her before Riot

touches her.

Personally, I don’t care about Theo either. I’m glad Jess got her revenge but him shifting into something means I’ve lost another man and now it’s just me and Pierce.

I slow, finally, panting, fingers flexing open and shut. My claws want to come out again. My wolf is restless–pacing inside my ribs, snapping at the walls of my chest.

Find her.

Claim her.

Drag her back.

But, I can’t.

chained her for a reason. For the very reason Pierce is now walking toward

“I’ve got news.”

Theo?” I ask, standing slowly. My body’s half–tensed already. Hope and rage fighting in my

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his head and sighs. “About

Not because I didn’t see this coming–but because I did. And still

comes out

to say it. Like he’s hoping I’ll put it together myself, save him the burden. But I’m already

says finally. “Some of the younger betas–Liam, Hart, the twins–they’re talking about

sharp, ugly sound that doesn’t reach

Pierce doesn’t answer.

won’t kill his own mate. Who chained her but

that. My words bite because they’re

know where we

Gone.

wonder if that’ll ever be

you get this kind

primal lurking behind them. He takes a step forward, nostrils flaring

I didn’t totally cut off the pack,” he growls, voice dropping to that gravelly tone

teeth before I can stop myself. “I

me now, shoulders hunched forward, movements fluid and predatory. “Doesn’t mean we abandon what we

out, grabbing his

I snarl, feeling my canines elongate slightly against my will.

he leans closer, breath hot against my face. “And you forget what happens when an alpha

crouching slightly, fingers splayed on the

didn’t abandon them,” I growl, circling him now. My muscles coil and

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what?” Pierce snaps, body swaying with mine, mirroring my movements. “From Riot? From

a second–and a low, feral rumble vibrates

black. He

I’m not tolerating you either. Some of the warriors are coming to discuss

“What move?”

long enough to know my beta is gone. “You either with us or you’re

grabbing his throat, feeling his pulse hammer against my palm. “You will still need an alpha,” I hiss, feeling my claws extend, pricking the skin at his throat. A thin line of blood wells up, the copper scent making

as I watch, his partial shit a clear warning. “I can be one,” he rasps against my

I drag him down with me, both of us hitting the floor hard. We roll, a tangle of