His Trouble Maker

Chapter 142

JESSICA

“Let him go!”

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I scream, spit flying, heart ramming my ribs as Theo’s claws dig deeper–wet, squelching, bone–close. Riot gurgles. Blood spills down his neck in sick pulses.

“Uh–uh.” Theo doesn’t look at me. Just bares more fang, talons grinding into Riot’s jugular. “Stay there if you want him to live.”

I freeze.

Every nerve is screaming for me to move but he has him. One twitch, one breath, one wrong word, and Riot’s

gone.

“Theo-” My voice breaks. “Please. Don’t.”

He turns his head, slow as death. That molten stare sinks into mine–feral, starving, already dragging me under.

“Why did you come back,” Riot croaks, blood coating his teeth. “You were supposed to run.”

I can’t answer. I can’t move.

Theo growls low, dark, as if he’s savoring the way Riot spits that pain, like it’s proof I’m his.

“Because she wanted to watch,” Theo says, claws dragging up Riot’s neck. “Didn’t you, omega?”

Riot snarls. It’s broken, a wet sound in his throat. Blood drips. His boots scrape against the stone as he tries to rise-

“What the fuck are you doing, Jess?! I told you to run!”

“And what?” My voice cracks out sharp, shaking, feral. “Let him kill you?”

“Let me die like a wolf!” Riot snaps.

“You’re not dying for me,” I spit. My voice is shaking but full. Fire under it. Shame too. But I hold it.

Theo chuckles low. “Listen to her.” He jerks Riot back by the neck, claws pressed into the tendon. Riot hisses. “She’s not running anymore.”

I step forward.

I feel the heat crawl down my spine, the shift licking at my bones like it wants out. My wolf’s pacing. Growling, Watching both of them bleed for me.

your fucking hands off him,” I

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at me, amused. Eyes glowing. He’s tasting my heat now. My scent. My stupid, wolfish, fucked–up bond that keeps pulling me toward him like I

But I don’t drop.

I breathe, but my feet are already backing up, slow,

stalks me like he’s got all the

touch. Or rip. Maybe both. “You’re the one who came crawling back, Jess.

He grins.

“Letting our pack off leash? Letting them taste

don’t know what

hand still grips Riot, claws buried in the

built a

in my

war cry. His claws jerk Riot up–too hard. Blood sprays from

freeze. My wolf

eyes burn when

no point saving

everything that he’s done… I failed to realize this is always his main goal. He wanted to own the pack before when he

for him but we all played in his game. In his twisted, manipulative

chokes it out, barely audible, face slack with pain. And then he moves. Fast. Raw. Stupid. He launches at Theo from the floor, a half–shifted mess of ribs and fury, arms still trembling from blood loss, eyes wild. He slams into Theo’s side like

hate–it’s panic. I’m moving now. Claws tearing

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would?” I shouted, feeling my bones cracking. “He’s mine,” I growl, voice slipping deeper, broken with shift. My bones

knees hit the stone. Palms split open. Fingers stretch long and snap back, claws punching through skin like knives through wet paper.

Theo’s already turning.

He lunges.

Fast. Too fast.

wraps around Riot’s hair, dragging him up by the roots like a shield,

heaving, eyes glowing

I’m airborne–half–shifted, snapping, seething. My claws catch Theo’s side and rip. Flesh parts.

away like a ragdoll into the

“RIOT!”

We slam to the ground–teeth, elbows, fur. He’s shifting too now, faster

against the floor. His claws dig into my shoulder, holding me down, grinning like a goddamn

for him?” he hisses. “You