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.

For the very reason Pierce is now walking toward me,

“I’ve got news.”

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

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head and sighs.

because I didn’t see this coming–but because

comes out low, frayed

put it together myself,

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

that doesn’t

Pierce doesn’t answer.

led by a wolf who won’t kill his own mate. Who chained her but couldn’t go through with the

My words bite because

saying your time’s up, Gray,” he says. “They don’t know where we

Gone.

wonder if that’ll ever

you get this kind

them. He takes a step forward, nostrils flaring

he growls, voice dropping to that gravelly tone that

teeth before I can stop

all have reasons, Gray.” He circles me now, shoulders hunched forward, movements fluid and predatory. “Doesn’t mean

hand shoots out, grabbing his wrist

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

doesn’t lower his eyes like he should. Instead, he leans closer, breath hot against my face. “And you forget what happens

than necessary. He stumbles but recovers with inhuman grace, crouching slightly, fingers splayed on the ground. The sight triggers

him now. My muscles coil and release with each step, body remembering the

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Pierce snaps, body swaying with mine,

control slips–just for a second–and a low, feral

until they’re almost black. He drops his gaze

betraying you but I’m not tolerating you either.

“What move?”

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

will still need an alpha,” I hiss, feeling my claws extend, pricking the

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

catching me in the stomach. I double over but don’t release him. Instead, I drag him down with me, both of us hitting the