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.

reason Pierce is now walking toward me,

“I’ve got news.”

standing slowly. My body’s half–tensed already. Hope and rage fighting in my throat like twin wolves

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his head and

didn’t see this coming–but because I

comes out low, frayed at the

put it together myself, save him the burden. But I’m

“Some of the younger betas–Liam, Hart, the twins–they’re talking about following Riot. He’s promising them power.

ugly sound that doesn’t reach my

Pierce doesn’t answer.

his own mate. Who chained

flinches at that. My words bite because

saying your time’s up, Gray,” he says. “They don’t know where we are, and some of them are accepting

Gone.

if that’ll ever be an

do you get this kind

lurking behind them. He takes a step forward, nostrils flaring slightly as if catching my scent. My muscles

voice dropping to that gravelly tone that reminds

can stop

have reasons, Gray.” He circles me now, shoulders hunched forward, movements

hand shoots out, grabbing his wrist

slightly against my will. My

breath hot against my face.

slightly, fingers splayed on the ground. The sight triggers something ancient in me–the urge to

muscles coil and release with each step, body remembering the hunt, the

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

control slips–just for a second–and a

eyes widen, pupils dilating until they’re almost black. He drops

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

“What move?”

long enough to know my beta is gone. “You either with us

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

lasts only seconds before his lips curl into a smile that’s all teeth–teeth that sharpen as I watch, his partial shit a clear warning.

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