His Trouble Maker

Chapter 127

JESSICA

“We’re getting out of here before dawn.”

Riot instinctively untie my ropes as if the name I’ve said said made me scared as fuck. Theo is my wolf. I’ve turned him and made him into a monster for me. He’s my monster but why is Riot reacting like this?

There’s no explanation.

I’ve succeeded.

I created the first hybrid and he’s going to be loyal to me. Faithful. He’s going to crouch down to the ground and kiss the floor just so he can obey me.

I let Riot yank me by the arm, drag me through wet moss and root–knotted earth like I’m weightless, like he’s in a rush now and I’m the bag he forgot to pack. His breath is short. His eyes won’t meet mine. He’s scared and trying not to look it, and that’s the part that makes me grin.

I did that.

I made something worse than him.

And now he thinks it’s coming.

“You think Theo’s going to hurt you?”

He’s not taking me back to the pack. He can’t. He’s just trying to hide now.

I laugh. Loud enough to echo.

He whips around and grabs me by the throat. Hard. Shoves me against a tree. “What the fuck did you do to him?”

I choke on the pressure but I don’t stop smiling. I let the heat rising in my gut.

fear slip out from my eyes just enough to bait him, just enough to mask the

“You turned him into a thing,” Riot says. “He’s not yours. He’s not even a wolf anymore.”

“He’s mine,” I rasp. “You saw it. You felt it.”

Riot’s hand tightens. My feet lift half an inch off the ground. “You created a monster you cannot tame.”

so scared or something else happens. “What

if he’s dong something worse then I don’t know what I will feel. I did what I had to do to save the pack from Riot. The pack and everyone in it. And also, because I had something to give. It’s a blessing

this violent world.

So what?

hybrid do that made Riot this scared as hell? What is going on? And also, where

long minutes, I watch as he ties me

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everything. It’s like he’s erasing

watch him do it with feral growls. “What happened?

Riot glares at me and smirk. “Why would

you tell me

I jerk forward so hard the bark cracks behind me.

shredding. “Where’s Grayson?! Where’s Pierce?! Why

can’t think. I don’t want to. I just want

what I’ve done. I don’t know what I made. I don’t know what Theo is anymore. I’m not even sure if it will kill him or not. Maybe I broke him. Maybe I built him. Maybe I fucked up so bad there’s no coming back, not for

I want Riot dead. I want him wrecked and choking and dragged by the same rope that’s cutting into my skin. I want him to feel what I felt.

his whore. “What did he do to you?” I whisper. “Did

Free.

The fist hits fast–my head cracks back against the tree.

And you know it.”

Riot never ties me

know what he’s done, Jessica?” He smirks and I don’t know why cold drops into my

front of me slowly, like a wolf circling something wounded. His hand comes up and he drags the back of his knuckles across my cheek, gentle. Mocking. I try to jerk away but he grabs my chin hard and forces

you to hear this right,” he breathes. “He

breath hits

“He ate them.”

straight ahead like if I don’t look at

him to. Unless I made it that way. Unless I built him to tear first and think later. Unless this is what

I see his face tilted to the sky and howling with bone between his jaws. I see him lapping brains from the dirt like it’s

I did that.

think I’m going to throw up, but it catches in my throat

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