His Trouble Maker

Chapter 134

Chapter 134

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Stupid fucking me for thinking Theo ever meant a word he bled.

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I fucking bark when he touches me–low, wet, rabid. It tears straight out of me before I can cage it. I want to bite my tongue off for letting it loose. I want to tear my own fucking throat out before he hears me beg. But my knees are jelly, my arms are jelly, my mouth his.

How can I get out of this place?

Fuck it.

“You still think I’d fucking share you?” he growls into my jaw, tongue catching my pulse. “After all I’ve bled, torn, broken–to make you mine?”

What?

I barely breathe before he jerks me sideways again, shoulder slamming concrete. The hallway is rotted metal and piss stink and I’m barefoot and moving too fast, knees skidding every time he yanks. My arm’s half- dislocated in his grip, but I won’t give him the scream. I won’t.

He’s been dragging me for a minute now. Not saying where. Not slowing. Just breathing harder, like every step closer to wherever he’s taking me is getting him off. My heels slip on rust. My hair catches on a jag of wire hanging from a pipe. There’s blood in my mouth again and I don’t know if it’s new or old.

Where are we? What is this place?

My knees knock metal. A scream tries to crawl up my throat but it dies the second I see what’s waiting–rows. Bars. And then my eyes widened when I saw what’s happening in front of me.

“What is this?” I choke out, but he doesn’t answer. His breathing’s ragged, like he’s feeding off the chaos.

He yanks me closer, and I stumble. My wrist burns where he holds it.

“Theo,” I hissed, but he didn’t stop. His free hand fists my hair, pulling my head back. “Look,” he growls.

I try to fight, but my body betrays me. My heart hammers, and my skin prickles. It’s wrong. It’s so wrong. But I can’t look away.

My palms hit the bars. The cold bites into

see,” he says, voice low.

But my eyes shift anyway. There’s movement.

catches.

My fucking moon goddess!

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His breath’s hot on my neck. There’s a lot of monstrous things I’m scared of–dark places, deep growls,

just firm enough to remind me I breathe when he allows it. The other cranked in my hair like he’s leading livestock to

like a kennel soaked in blood, shift–sweat, and feral heat. It’s wet. Loud. Breathing. The floor vibrates with groans–too human to be animal, too wrong to

I see

and stink. Figures inside writhing, caught

dried blood, eyes glowing blind. Her scream curls

“That one begged me to stop. Until she begged

The next is worse.

breathing. His legs are gone. Torn off? Or never formed right? His belly

who carried the pups out first during the

the one who made

the corner. The sound rips the air. Scraping metal.

jaw, forces me back. “Eyes forward, pretty

miracles.”

A shifting body caught mid–break. Spinal cord twisted, legs bending the wrong way, arms long, fingers clawed and

croaks. One black–veined hand slams the

It’s Logan.

No! No! No!

I try to crawl, but Theo

he growls against my neck, grinding his cock against my spine. “They all still know you.

hard and slow. My body

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