His Trouble Maker

Chapter 140

Chapter 140

You’ll never be Alpha, Theo.

Because you can’t take.

You only beg.

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You only perform dominance like a boy jerking off in his brother’s stolen crown, flinching every time the omega moans too loud. You break your own gaze when Riot looks at you. You leash the beasts, but they don’t follow. They just wait. Wait for someone who smells like death and heat and flesh earned the hard way.

I smirk at those thoughts, deep inside where he can’t reach, where Riot still burns–and let my expression flicker like I’m afraid. Let it stutter like prey. Let my bottom lip tremble prettily, right there under the spit he smeared across my face, as I gently fold my hands on my thighs like I don’t want to use them to climb him and snap his ribs with my cunt.

Let my lashes flutter, slow, thick, delicate.

Let my shoulders hunch, vulnerable.

“Get up.”

I blink once, deliberately slow, and whimper. “W–What… Why?”

My voice is milk–soft, lips parted in breathy confusion, like he’s asking me to kneel on thorns. Like I’m too stupid, too small, too bred–for–fucking to understand. I tuck my knees tighter under me like I want to disappear, like I’m ashamed of being on the floor, like I haven’t spent the last hour fisting Riot’s blood into my mouth just to feel closer to god.

He steps toward me. I gasp. Just a little. Sharp enough to flash fang–then hide it.

“Up,” he snarls again, grabbing my arm.

I squeal.

Goddess, I squeal. High–pitched. Raw. Nails digging into my own skin like I’m afraid, like I want to run, like

this is real.

He yanks.

My body folds up slow, ragdoll–soft, head bowed, chest heaving.

I whisper, “Please don’t make me…”

He’s breathing heavily. I smell it.

“You’re going to walk,” he says, voice cracking over dominance he doesn’t know how to hold. “You’re going to apologize for what you did and submit to me.”

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With submission he doesn’t know is sharp, with obedience that slits throats. With every step he makes me take, I let my thighs press tighter, tighter, tighter, as if I’m quivering in fear–but really I’m just holding the heat in, choking it between my legs like I might drown the fucking room with

“Say it,” he growls.

My lashes flutter.

“I’m sorry…”

Theo steps closer.

I step back.

I shake.

He eats it up.

when I first got chained up, legs bruised and cunt dripping with Riot’s rot, begging

doing it right,” Theo hisses, grabbing my

a silent sob. Let a string of spit wet my bottom lip. Let my eyes go glassy like

just

me like he

you

look up at him through my lashes, mouth slightly open, spit blooming slow over

pupils dilate. His breath catches. I see it–see it–the way his hand twitches, like he wants to touch, wants to claim, wants to rub his fear against

So I lean forward.

Just a little.

lip. “Want me to

comes out broken.

be good,” I whisper, breath fogging the front of his pants. “I’ll do everything

Innocent. I

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my rage, to my plan, to the blood–song Riot left

to hear, Theo?” I blink up at

stiffens. His

“Tell you I miss your hand in my hair? That I regretGrayson’s knot, his claim, his

He says nothing.

spread my thighs wider,

And smile.

A slow, butcher’s smile.

can say you’re the Alpha. I can

that?”

His mouth parts.

He wants it.

voice in my mouth, his order on my knees,

But he’s already losing.

him,” I whisper against his collar. “But you can try. And cry while you