His Trouble Maker

Chapter 122

Chapter 122

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He didn’t tell me where they were going. He didn’t even look at me when he left. I said it. I called myself the alpha. I said it with my whole chest like I had the right, like I had the rank, like I didn’t care what it did to him.

But i did.

I knew what I was doing. I knew what it would sound like. I knew exactly what I wanted it to feel like when I said it out loud in front of him, and I still did it.

Because I wanted it. I wanted him to see me for what I am. I wanted him to stop protecting me like I’m something that can’t tear.

But now he knows.

Now he knows I’ve been holding it, biting it back, waiting for the second he’d push me far enough to say it out loud.

Grayson can do whatever he wants with that. He can run for a day or a month or the rest of his fucking life. That’s his right. But one thing is already written. If he can’t stand beside me as I am, then I’ve already lost him.

I plant my foot against the floor and pull with everything I have.

“Fuck.”

A low sound tore out of my throat as I yanked again, wrists burning raw against the metal, arms trembling from the strain. I didn’t know if the warmth dripping down my forearm was sweat or blood anymore, but I didn’t stop. I braced my heel against the floor and pulled harder, until my shoulder screamed and my breath hitched sharp through clenched teeth.

“Come on,” I whispered. My voice sounded like it came from someone else. “Fucking move.”

I let out a sound halfway between a breath and a growl before my whole body freezes sniffing that familiar scent.

No…that can’t be.

So faint at first I almost didn’t notice. But it slipped through the rot of wolfsbane like it had always known the way. It found me. Burrowed straight down into my lungs and curled itself tight around something I couldn’t name.

My wolf stirred before I could stop her, before I could push it down, and I hated how fast she woke for him. I hated that my body

remembered.

My throat locked up.

Please don’t let it be real.

I blinked hard, trying to shake the scent from my nose, but it only got stronger–thicker, fuller, coiling through the rot like smoke curling under the door of a burning house

No one had opened the door. I didn’t hear footsteps. I didn’t hear anything at all.

But I felt it.

like

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breath escaped me. Then another. I felt dizzy and dry all at once, as if my

Not now.

The scent came closer.

shake–not from effort this time, but something colder. Deeper. The kind of fear that makes your

before I heard him, the

And then-

“Hello, Jess.”

My eyes flew open.

That voice.

“Miss me?”

shrank just as fast, ears flat, belly low,

I couldn’t hear anything else. I didn’t have to look. I knew that voice. I

“Riot.”

Horrifyingly fast. I didn’t even finish

missed you

tongue dragging along my cheeks. “Your boyfriend prepared you for me, huh?” He cruelly said, enjoying the sight of me in chains. “Come

up, trembling under the weight of him, breath stuttering in my chest like it’s trying to hide. My wolf’s silent. My rage’s useless. And I can’t stop the way my mouth opens just enough to pull in air, just enough to keep from passing

“Get off me.”

grins wider. “And why would I do that?” Riot’s hand tightens around my throat–not choking me, not yet–but squeezing

am. I can’t stop

scared

I keep my teeth clenched

something intimate. “You should be,” Riot says, mouth dragging slow along

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and damp leather soaked in blood. It wraps around me like a hand, sliding between my legs,

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his knuckles like it’s affection. “Thought you could lie to– your little pack and pretend that bond doesn’t crawl under your skin

His fingers curl into my jaw, tight enough I hear the

says softly. “Still there. Still inside you.

eyes, but it doesn’t help. His scent is in my mouth now, in my nose, under my skin. I can feel it in

Riot murmurs, voice like he already knows.

stomach knots. I say

my neck, slow and savoring. “He think he

lips parting,

you right,

chain grinding against bone, wrists burning raw. The pain snaps white

༄་རྣོ་ཤོE་ནོར་ ོ་མ

into something lower, less human. “He