His Trouble Maker

JESSICA

My heart cracks, sharp and ugly in my chest.

Getting caught by Riot again was never part of the fucking plan.

1 twist, elbow jerking back, shoulder screaming from the angle–but he’s not there. He’s already shifted, already moved, already shoving me down with one hand like it’s effortless. I buck, legs kicking wild, but his grip cinches tighter until my hips grind against dirt and root.

He’s faster. Stronger. Always was.

His claws dig into my waist as he yanks me up like I weigh nothing, breath hot against my ear, body all brute force and maddened heat. My legs thrash–useless. He growls, low and guttural, and fuck, it rattles my ribs from the inside.

“Did you think you could run from me?” he snarls, voice split in two–half man, half beast.

I claw at his forearm, nails breaking. “Let go of me-”

He doesn’t. He hauls me tighter, spine bent over me like he’s shielding something that already belongs to him. His chest vibrates with another growl, and his mouth is right there at my neck, breath dragging heavy as he inhales me like a drug he’s been starved

of.

“Mine,” Riot snaps, more animal than Alpha now. “You smell like him. You reek of wrong.”

I try to shift–goddess, I try–but the wolfsbane still sticks to my blood like tar. My limbs won’t respond. My skin burns with the weight of his grip as he drags me deeper into the woods, away from the lights, from the pack, from anything that could save me.

Twigs snap under his boots. My feet scrape the ground.

“You should’ve stayed hidden, baby,” he breathes, cruel and sweet against my throat. “Now I don’t get to be gentle.”

My shoulder hits a branch. Then another. My legs are raw from the bark, the bramble, from not being able to keep up. Every time I struggle, he tightens his grip–on my wrist, my waist, the back of my neck. His claws don’t break skin, but they could. That’s the point. It’s always the fucking point with him.

He’s dragging me somewhere–I don’t know where. The forest’s deeper here. Colder.

“Let me go,” I whisper, weaker now. “Please, you already have the pack. What else do you want from me?”

lips brushing my ear. You

slams my back against the nearest tree making me whimper in pain. “I don’t give a fuck about the pack,” Riot snarls, face inches from mine.

head, throat closing. “You’re

“Aren’t we all, Jess?”

he mean by

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hard enough that something cracks in my neck. My gasp turns into a whimper, jaw clenching as

are you talking

sank your teeth into

“No-“I thrash.

far around his forearm. My vision

fucking lie to

snarls, shaking me. “You dragged him out into the woods like a

into him, hand digging into my stomach, holding me tight as my legs kick

hard, heels scraping bark, a snarl ripping from my

“Not anymore.”

edges, inhuman. “You thought you could drag that soft little fuck into the dark and he’d stay loyal

don’t know

“I know enough.”

Wolfsbane still burns through

your own little pack, Jessica.” Riot murmurs as if it amuses him. “You want to

for the shift–but nothing moves. My limbs stay dead, fingers clawed into the dirt, heart beating

me strong

into something colder.

I go still.