His Trouble Maker

Chapter 120

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.

the very reason Pierce is now walking toward me, boots crunching through leaves,

“I’ve got news.”

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

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he just shakes his head and

because I didn’t see this

My voice comes out low, frayed

pauses like he doesn’t want to say it. Like he’s hoping I’ll put it

betas–Liam, Hart, the twins–they’re

A sharp, ugly sound 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 execution. Who lost control of a

at that. My

“They don’t know where we are,

Gone.

that’ll ever

get this

flash, something primal lurking behind them. He takes a step forward, nostrils flaring slightly as

growls, voice dropping to that gravelly tone that

my teeth before I can stop myself. “I

me now, shoulders hunched forward, movements fluid and predatory.

hand shoots out, grabbing

your place, beta,” I snarl, feeling my canines elongate slightly against

should. Instead, he leans closer, breath hot against my face. “And

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

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

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

a low, feral rumble vibrates through my

pupils dilating until they’re almost black. He drops his gaze

called a meeting,” he said, looking away. “I’m not betraying you but I’m not tolerating you either. Some of

“What move?”

know my beta is gone.

an alpha,” I hiss, feeling my

shock 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.

in the stomach. I double over but don’t release him. Instead, I drag him down with me, both of us hitting the floor hard. We roll, a tangle

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