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,”

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scent. My stupid, wolfish, fucked–up bond that keeps pulling me toward

But I don’t drop.

are

got all the time in the

twitching like he wants to touch. Or rip. Maybe both. “You’re the one who came crawling back, Jess. You brought your

He grins.

His voice drops, soft, cruel. “Letting our pack off leash? Letting them

clenches. “You don’t know what

His other hand still grips Riot, claws buried in the boy’s throat like a leash. Blood drips between his fingers. “Do you

a pack for

in my gut. “You’re sick, Theo. This is a fucking

roars, voice slamming through the room like a war cry. His claws jerk Riot up–too hard. Blood sprays from his

freeze. My

when they catch

no point

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

might have done it for him but we all

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

bark at him, but it’s not hate–it’s panic. I’m moving now. Claws tearing through my fingers. Skin breaking. My wolf howling

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“He’s mine,” I growl, voice slipping deeper, broken with shift. My bones scream. My

stone. Palms split open. Fingers stretch long and snap back, claws punching

Theo’s already turning.

He lunges.

Fast. Too fast.

him up by the roots like a

chest heaving, eyes glowing white. “Try me and watch him die

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

roars, spinning, tossing Riot away like a

“RIOT!”

to the ground–teeth, elbows, fur. He’s shifting too now, faster than me, bulkier, bones bulging

cracks against the floor. His claws dig into my shoulder, holding me

he hisses. “You could’ve ruled